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My 18 Year Old Neighbor Ch. 01

By: arturo



I feel really badly. Ever since my neighbors moved in, I've been a steadfast admirer of their daughter, Nicky. She's the second in succession of four great kids, and the product of pretty good parenting. Never mind the fact that she's about 5'6", thin, nicely proportioned breasts (34C), and incredible butt, and shoulder length chestnut colored hair with beautiful expressive brown eyes. To boot, she has a great cinnamon colored tan.

Because her older sister of 20, Michelle is home from college and apparently checks her e-mail and surfs the web all day, Nicky has been coming over more and more often to get work done for her senior year finals. Nicky is a great friend of my son's, and has been part of the neighborhood family for several years now. We often include her and her siblings when we go out to eat or go to the beach for the weekend. Consequently, I believe she feels at home when she's at our house.

Anyway, I'm one of those people that's very anal about letting anyone use their PC. With the exception of my eldest son, nobody ever touches it. However, when Nicky shared her predicament with me, I obliged graciously. She would come over at around 8:30 and stay ‘till around 11:30 typing and surfing away. My study is actually a former bedroom on the first floor which I converted to hold my books, desk, TV, file cabinets and whatnot. It has an incredibly comfortable chair, and very plush carpeting. During the day all the curtains are open so I can enjoy the natural daylight, and at night I automatically close them for privacy. Its full bath has a door that connects to inside the bedroom as well as one that heads out to the hallway in order to serve for guests.

What served as the basis for this story started a week ago. As I opened the front door, there was Nicky in what I can only describe as "Daisy Dukes", flip-flops, and a normal sky blue t-shirt, wearing a smile from ear to ear. We exchanged pleasantries and a hug, and she ran upstairs to say hello to my son. About fifteen minutes later she came downstairs, sneaked her head around the corner to the den, and asked if I minded if she got on my PC again. I said of course not, and off she went.

I watched NYPD Blue and then the news. After the weather I channel surfed for a while and found some cable porn, which was actually pretty good. My wife was in New York for a trade show so I didn't have to worry about her, and my three younger kids had already been put to bed. I didn't hear my eldest kid, so I decided to go up and check on him lest he catch me doing something that would eternally embarrass me. I went up stairs to peak in on him, and he was fast asleep, YES!!!! I went into my room, stripped down to just boxers and an old t-shirt and hurried back down stairs to watch some porn.

As I turned down the short hall I saw the glimmer of my computer screen and at that moment my plans went crashing down. I had completely forgotten about Nicky. Crushed, I slowly walked towards the wide open door to see if she was almost finished only to find that she wasn't there. The screen was on; her books and notebooks were all cluttered on my desk, but no Nicky. My emotions ran the gamut from crushed to panic as I realized that the only other place she could be is the kitchen or the den. Problem being that I had left the movie on and I had no idea what I was going to tell her. As it turned out, I didn't have to say much.

As I walked through the kitchen, I saw my worst fears come to be. The movie was on in all its 62" screen glory. Trying not to be distracted by the onscreen action, I quietly tried to see my guest. As I stretched my neck out, I saw her on the couch with her feet perched on the coffee table in front of her. Thankfully the light off the TV screen illuminated her beautifully. She was naked from the waist down and her right hand was rubbing herself absentmindedly. She was staring intently at the screen and as the actor who was banging the girl on screen did so more and more quickly, her hand motions increased in speed. What was remarkable was that she would work herself up and then slow way down. Needless to say I was transfixed. I had a hard on like I've never had before. 

I continued to watch her pleasure herself for at least twenty more minutes ‘till her hand just started whizzing over her clit and it practically became a blur because of the speed. She snaked her left hand up her shirt, opened her legs farther apart, and started moaning softly. This went on for about thirty or forty seconds ‘till she squeezed her eyes shut, moaned rather loudly and came violently. She slowly came down from her orgasmic high and just lay there for a few minutes. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled out of the kitchen, stood up, and tip toed up the stairs. I went into my bedroom carefully, trying not to knock down anything with my incredible hard on, slipped into bed and beat off to a great orgasm in about fifteen seconds, achieving a trajectory that any soldier would be proud of. I dozed off thanking the higher being for granting me this incredible experience.

Wednesday came and went and no Nicky. Thursday, at around nine there she was again. Sweat pants, flips flops and a t-shirt. She thanked me for letting her use the computer on Tuesday and said that she didn't say goodbye that night because she just assumed I had gone to bed, and then asked if she could finish her project on my PC again. Of course, no problem.

I watched some TV, channel surfed again, verified that there was actually some porn on, shut the TV off, and then went to say goodnight to Nicky and asked her to show herself out when she was through. As I entered my study I saw the unmistakable Literotica screen. I tip toed back out in a hurry, and when I got about ten paces away I called out to her, saying goodnight. She replied normally, and I went noisily upstairs.

I stripped down once again, showered, brushed my teeth, put my boxers on, and then tip toed down stairs. My office was dark, computer off, no books on the desk. Nothing. As I entered the kitchen I was happy to hear the all too common sound of cable porn music. I sneaked a peak and there she was in all her glory, completely naked and stretched out on the couch with her eyes glued to the screen. She was just starting because I could see she wasn't in a frenzy yet. She was softly caressing her breasts and perfectly flat, tan tummy. This went on for ages, much longer than I wanted. Than the movie ended, and panic struck me once again. Why didn't she get herself off? Had she already cum and I didn't even notice? What was she doing? Was she just going to leave now? She couldn't. She got up and now I had nowhere to go. If I crawled out from behind the cabinet into the dining room she would surely see me. I was trapped.

But she didn't come into the kitchen. She went over to the TV, naked as the day she was born, and started looking through the tons of DVDs we have. Not finding anything to her liking, she channel surfed and also apparently found nothing that appealed to her. As she was sitting on the couch, I decided now would be as good a time as any to get the hell out of there.

I reached my room, crawled into bed, and the panic having quashed any erotic intent I had, I closed me eyes and waited for sleep to overcome me. About three minutes later the door to my room opened a crack. The voice asked if I was asleep and that she just wanted to say goodnight. I decided not to answer and play dead to the world. She repeated herself and after a moment of silence, I figured out that I hadn't heard the door close. Just as that was dawning on me, I heard the sound of a drawer opening. I slowly cracked open one of my eyes, just enough to see Nicky sitting naked on the floor opening the bottom drawer of my armoire, where my wife and I keep our sex toys. She pulled the corded massager out and the large life like vibrating dildo. She turned to look at me, and because of the darkness couldn't see that I was staring straight at her. She slowly got up; tip toed out the door, and slowly closed it behind her.

Now is this a fantasy come true or what? Forget about the fact that she knew exactly where to find our stash, I wasn't going to miss this show for anything in the world. The ten minutes of lead way I gave her seemed like a lifetime, but I thought it best to be safe rather than sorry.

I sneaked down stairs, back through the dining room, to the kitchen, and finally got to see Nicky on the couch, with one leg over the back cushion and the other foot firmly planted on the floor. She had plugged in the massager and had placed it directly on her clit, and had managed to shove the entire vibrating dildo up her cunt, keeping it there by wedging the bottom of it on the sofa cushion. Her free hand was rubbing and gently pulling her left nipple.

She was moaning extremely loud, and the started saying OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OOOHHHHH ShHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!!! She literally exploded into the absolute best orgasm I have ever scene. I mean she shook, she squirted, she convulsed, she did everything short of levitating. But she didn't stop; she kept going and going and going. She must have had at least ten to fifteen orgasms before she switched the massager off and slowly pulled the vibrator out. As she turned sideways, I decided to leave.

I went to my bathroom, beat off in the shower stall, cleaned myself up, and went to bed, where I fell asleep in seconds. As I got up the next morning, the first thing I did was check to see where the toys where, not at all surprised to see them back in there place.

I had two more days left before my wife returned, so I had to put a plan in motion to see just how far I could get. Unfortunately, nothing happened on Friday, but Saturday was out of hand. Stay tuned for chapter 2.

My 18 Year Old Neighbor Ch. 02



For those readers who didn't get a chance to read the first installment of this incredible experience, let me summarize it for you. There's this gorgeous eighteen year old living next door to me who recently had her older sister return from college and basically "hog" the family computer. Consequently, Nicky has been forced to come over to our house to finish up her senior year project. On the last two occasions that she came over, I caught her playing with herself late at night while watching porn on my TV, obviously thinking that I had retired for the evening. The last episode included the use of toys, (my wife's and mine), which mysteriously she knew exactly where we hid them, and she had the audacity to enter into my bedroom naked, and retrieve them (while I faked being asleep).

My wife was returning on Sunday, and the pressure was on to prolong this fabulous experience for at least one more night. She had come over on Thursday night (toy night), didn't come over on Friday, and Saturday was my last hope. Now all I had to do was orchestrate the evening.

As fate would have it, I spent my entire Saturday peering outdoors to see if I could catch a glimpse of her and come up with an excuse to invite her over. Morning turned into midday, which eventually turned to evening and nothing. I was depressed. How could I spend my last night of virtual bachelorhood without Nicky to entertain me?

Obviously it wasn't meant to be. When the clock hit eight at night, I gave up. A girl like her certainly had to have plans for a Saturday night, no? The last thing she would be doing was working on her project when she could be going out with her friends and having fun.

I think I almost cried myself to sleep that night. When I awoke on Sunday I cooked my kids breakfast, read the paper in peace, caught part of the pre-game show, and then took the kids out for pizza. After lunch and on the way to the airport to pick up my wife, my cell rang. The sales manager of her company (an absolutely stunning Italian woman) had scheduled a meeting for her on Monday that she had to attend, so she wouldn't be home 'till Monday night. I was back in the mix!

As fate would have it, not five minutes after arriving at my house Nicky jutted in. Sweet as usual, she asked if she could trouble me again to use the computer. OF COURSE! NO PROBLEM!

It was early though, and I was worried she would finish too soon. At about 7:30 I suppose the aroma of the cookies I was baking must have gotten to her because she strolled into the kitchen to see what we were up to. All the kids were hanging around, so we talked about everything and anything. She complemented me on my cooking abilities, saying that her mom and I were the best cooks she knew. She claimed to be halfway through her project (I was elated), and mentally exhausted. All of us had milk and cookies, watched some TV together, and as the younger ones were sent off to bed, she excused herself and went to continue with her schoolwork. Eventually the two older kids went to their respective bedrooms and I was left alone in the den.

At around 11:30 I snuck around to my study and peeked inside. Literotica was on the screen and she was reading all the "new" stories. I went back to the den, shut the TV off, and as I was walking to the study said good night. Nicky called out to me and asked me if she could ask me a couple of questions for her project.

As I entered the study, I noticed that the only thing on the screen was an excel worksheet with tons of numbers on it.

She asked all types of questions regarding inflation, and the effect on loans that the imaginary company had to pay back, and it's export business. All in all, pretty basic stuff, but very impressive material for a senior in high school. We spoke at length, and I think I dazzled her with my knowledge. Awesome cook and entrepreneurial genius was what she called me. Than she said my wife must be very happy with me. "Why's that?", I asked. " Well, you're a pretty handsome guy, and you seem to have the perfect family." I told her I was very happy, but that one is always yearning for something a little more.

She didn't understand, and pushed for more info. She suggested I had four great kids, I had my own successful business, house with a pool, and two cars in the garage, what else could I possible want? It was time to shit or get off the pot. Here was the throw of the dice.

"One is never 100% content", was all I could come up with. "What's missing?" she asked. Well, I turned it around and made the same insinuations to her. Great family, good money, the best schooling, travel. Was she 100% content?

No. What was missing I asked. Then she blushed and remained silent. What??? What's wrong? Oh, just some girl stuff. What girl stuff?

Than she slowly started opening up and telling me about her boyfriend Matt. We spoke in great length, and eventually moved to the den so we could both be more comfortable. I asked if she wanted something to drink as I got up to get a Diet Coke, but there was nothing in the fridge. My wife having been gone for so many days and then extending her stay, left us pretty empty handed, except for a six-pack that was calling my name from the bottom of the door. All I have is beer. Perfect she said.

When we started sipping on our first beer, the problems with Matt surfaced. The all too common question of why men enjoy sharing the tales of their conquests with others. She had a heavy petting session with him last weekend and when she arrived at school on Monday it seems everybody knew. As we opened the second beer, I decided to get a little bolder. How heavy is heavy petting, I asked. Then she shot me a funny glance, combined with a half smile and a little blushing... "why do you want to know?"

"Well, I would think that certain things that you do with your boyfriend would be considered perfectly acceptable behavior by the high school crowd. Specifically, for example, if you allowed him to fondle your breasts, I don't think anyone would be running around calling you a slut. On the other hand, if you let him have intercourse with you in the middle of the football field with the team watching you, well, although I'm an open minded guy, some might characterize that type of behavior as promiscuous." To this, she laughed out loud and almost spit out her beer.

"Have you heard of bases Mr. Grayson", she asked. 

"What do you mean?"

"You know, like first, second and third base. Homeruns, etc?"

"Sure" I replied. 

"Well, I let him get to third."

"Uh huh."

"Two things bother me, she said. First of all, if I let him sleep with me than for sure the whole school will know. Worst still, I wouldn't mind if the whole school knew, but I would want it to be an enjoyable experience for me, you know?"

This was the perfect setup for the last beer in the fridge for each of us.

"Well, hasn't it been enjoyable for you so far?"

"God no. We're making out in his car, he starts rubbing me all over, than he sticks his hand down my pants, it takes him a minute to find my hole and all he does is slam his finger in and out of me. I can't believe I'm telling you this but trust me when I tell you I know what an orgasm is, and I haven't come close to one with Matt.

"Uh huh!? Well, have you tried explaining to him what you like?"

"There's no reasoning with him. I try to insinuate and push him towards my, ummmhh, clit, and he won't go. He thinks all the action is inside. You know what I mean? I'm really embarrassed that I'm telling all this, but I feel really comfortable talking with you about it. Plus, I know that you and Mrs. Grayson have a great sex life."

BOOM!

"Why do you say that?" 

"Well, I shouldn't be telling you this but my room looks out towards your room and sometimes you don't close the curtains."

"Baloney, we close the curtains every night."

"Uh uh"

"I'm sure we do."

"No, you never close them when you know my family is away."

"Right."

"Well, a month ago when my parents had to get my little brother operated on and went to Florida, they left me with you for five days, remember?"

"Yes, but you stayed with us."

"In a way. That Friday I went out on my date with Matt and then we went over to my house to fool around a little. After he left, I got took a shower and I went to my room to get some clean clothes. Right before I turned the light on, I saw you and Mrs. Grayson having, you know, ......sex."

"No??"

"Yup."

"Wow!"

"Wow is right. You're a sex god Mr. Grayson."

"Well, I wouldn't say that."

"No, really, that Friday night I counted at least twenty orgasms that Mrs. Grayson had. I had no idea that was possible. It was the most incredible, erotic sight I have ever seen. I mean sure, I feel a little like a perv for watching the two of you, but god, it was just amazing. In fact, let me tell you something I haven't told anyone else...I got so hot watching the two of you I got all horny."

"You don't say?"

"Yep. I mean, I saw how Mrs. Grayson was enjoying herself, and how excited you were. I mean, wow, just thinking about it gets me gooey, you know?"

"I can imagine." Thank god I was sitting on the easy chair with the beer on top of my lap trying to hide my hard on. Had I been standing it would have been awful.

"Well, maybe that was just a one time thing. After all, Mrs. G and I don't have those episodes as often as either of us would like, you know?"

"Are you kidding? You did the same thing on Saturday night." 

Then I remembered, this little girl was right! My wife and I almost never have back-to-back sessions like the one she described, but that specific weekend we were both hornier than usual.

"Well, back to the subject at hand", I said, "you have to communicate openly with your boyfriend in order for him to please you." "Look," I said, "Let me give you one piece of free advice...sex HAS to be good for all the participants. If there are two of you, well then both of you have to be completely satisfied. In the future, if you find yourself in a threesome or foursome scenario, everybody has to come out happy. It's your fault if you don't. Life is too short to be having bad sex, trust me."

"Oh I do Mr. Grayson, it's just that I'm not exposed to things like you are."

"Sounds to me like you were exposed to plenty," I said.

"For example, who convinced who to start using vibrators and dildos?"

Now that was a tough one to swallow. "Me."

"Uh huh. And Mrs. G was cool with it?"

"Well, I introduced the concept when we where dating."

"No way! You're a dog."

"Yep."

"Tell me."

"Well, I guess it's just something I enjoy. To me Nicky, there's nothing that turns me on more than to see a woman cumming. That facial expression they make. The way the body contorts, you know?"

"Uh huh."

"Well, I bought the first one when I moved in with my first live-in girlfriend and she loved it."

"Uh huh."

"Then it just became a regular staple in my love making sessions."

"I bet." Chuckle chuckle. "Anyway, even if Matt and I had some, he wouldn't know what to do with them."

"Well, they're actually quite self explanatory," I laughed.

"Not as much as you would think. You have a ton of experience."

"Not really, all you need is imagination, communication and trust."

"Easy for you to say. You know what you're doing. Matt has a big mouth and only wants to get off and than run and tell everyone."

"Well than Nicky, you're leaving for college in August, which means your horizons will expand exponentially. Trust me."

"Oh I do Mr. Grayson, I do trust you."

"Good than Nicky. Anything you need, you know I'll always answer your questions honestly and keep them in the strictest of confidence."

"Are you sure? Anything?"

"Absolutely"

"Can I ask you a favor than?"

"Sure"

"Are you sure I'm not going to freak you out anything?"

"Please, go ahead."

"All this talk has got me, uuuhhhhhh, uhhhhhh."

"What???"

"Uuuhhhhh, pretty wound up, you know?"

"yeah, and?"

"I know Mrs. G isn't coming back 'till tomorrow, so can I uhhhhh....uhhhhh,"

"What???"

"Can I borrow some toys for tonight, I mean, just for tonight?"

"Sure Nicky."

"REALLY???!!!!"

"Sure"

"Oh you're awesome Mr. G."

"Thanks. Come on, let's get you set up"

With that we threw our empty beer bottles away and went upstairs. We got into my room and Nicky sat on the bed cross-legged.

"Let's see what ya got," she said.

With that I sat down on the carpet in front of my armoire and opened up the bottom drawer. I pulled out the g-spot stimulator, the corded massager, the cordless massager the three vibrating dildos of various sizes and some lubricant. I handed each one to her for her inspection.

"What's the difference between these two?" she asked holding up both massagers.

"The cordless one is easier to use because you don't have a cord limiting your range of motion. However, the vibration is much less intense. The corded massager, although very very potent, is restrictive because it obviously has to be plugged in."

"Uh huh. How about the difference between these," she said pointing to the dildos.

"The smaller one can fit in smaller orifices."

"Oohhhhh."

"Does the big one hurt?"

"It's Mrs. G's favorite. Apparently, size does matter."

She giggled a little.

"How about this" holding the g-spot stimulator.

"Ahhhh, that's a great one. That's a g-spot stimulator. Have you found yours yet?"

"My what" she asked innocently.

"Your g-spot"

"What's that?"

It took about three minutes to describe it in full, and one second to deduce that she didn't know what I was taking about.

"Oh Mr. G, please help me. I want to know about this stuff."

"Well, maybe that's something you and you're boyfriend can work together on."

"Matt? Huh. Forget it. I want you to show me, pleeeeaaaasse????"

"Nicky, look, you're putting me in an awful spot here. You're my neighbor's little daughter. I shouldn't even be talking to you about this. This is wrong. Just wrong."

With that, she got up out of bed, went towards the door, closed it, locked it, turned towards me with a shit-eating grin on her face, and strolled to the bed. She stepped out of her flip-flops, untied the string on her sweat pants and let them fall to the floor.

BAM!

I got a rush of blood like a freight train hitting me.

She was wearing a bright orange low rider g-string with a beautiful revealing wet spot on the front. Her long gorgeous legs were firm and beautifully tan. Than, she decided to whip off her t-shirt and throw herself on my down comforter.

"Show me how Mr. G."

Obviously we were now beyond trying to do the right thing. I grabbed the corded massager and plugged in behind my wife's nightstand. I took off my topsiders and climbed onto the bed.

"Turn over"

I unhooked her bra and then spread oil all over her back. I turned the massager on and started on her neck and shoulders.

I was impatient. I desperately wanted to have her buck-naked and fucking her like there was no tomorrow, but I decided to pace myself. 

By the time I reached her lower back, she was cooing. She was completely relaxed.

I poured some oil on her legs and started on them, reaching all the way down to her feet and then working my way back up to the inner thigh. As I reached higher and higher, she opened herself more and more.

I opted for skipping the free feel, and massaging those succulent globes. Ahhh youth. No stretch marks, no tan lines.

I did notice that she was slowly and almost imperceptibly grinding herself into the comforter. Good sign.

After a thorough back massage, I asked her to turn over.

Beautiful firm breasts, medium size puffy areolas, and thick nipples jutting out.

I spread some oil on the front and started the same routine. This time however, letting the massager pass over the very top of her cunt, right above the clitoris. She tried to adjust herself so that I would come in contact with it but I wasn't budging.

She was breathing hard, and had a wet spot that looked like she had peed on herself.

She kept lifting her butt off the bed trying to hit the spot but nothing.

Finally, she said, "Please Mr. G. I need to cum."

"Are you in a hurry Nicky?"

"No, but I wanna cum,"

"Them just lay back and enjoy."

With that I started kneading her slippery breasts with one hand while I traced the outline of her swollen lower lips with the massager in my other hand.

She started moaning deliciously.

I whispered to her to massage her own breasts in the way that she enjoys the most. And she took to it like a fish to water.

Every time she seemed to be on the verge of cuming, I would take the massager away and rub it on her inner thigh, allowing her a few seconds to calm back down and then start over again.

Finally, I turned the massager off and gently and slowly pulled her panties off.

Ahh the sight of beauty. Completely hairless, no stubble, just swollen moist lips calling out my name. As soon as I pulled the panties off her ankles she spread her legs and tried to play with herself. I moved her hand away, positioned myself between her, and slowly started kissing her upper thigh and areas immediately around her lips. She was going nuts. I would lick each lip and then take it into my mouth and suck on it, alternating between the two. Then, would wander up to the clit and stroke it long and hard with my tongue.

She was now begging me to let her cum at least once, but I wasn't there yet. She was pulling at her nipples hard, and bucking to get some contact with her clit, spreading her legs as far as they would go and bearing down on the comforter.

I slowly inserted the tip of one of my fingers inside her and started to eat her out in earnest, grabbing that clit like it was the last one I would ever have in my life. I rubbed the upper inner wall of her vagina with my finger and pushed my face down into her to avoid her bucking upwards, and jut went to town on her clit.

She started moaning and moaning and saying, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, please don't stop. There, yes right THERE, Oh god oh god. Ooooooohhhhhh gooooddd!!! Yes, yes, and then BOOOM. She came and came.

And then something happened that had never happened to me before or since. She passed out. Really. She fainted. At first I thought I had killed her, but no, about twenty seconds later she came to.

Her cheeks were bright red, her lips (upper) swollen, her pupils dilated.

"That was incredible Mr. G."

"We're just starting Nicky, just starting."

With that, her hands roamed down to my shorts and she started rubbing me through them. As she was doing this, she leaned over and kissed me square on the mouth.

Needless to say I had a raging hard on.

We kissed like teenagers for minutes on end, and then she climbed on top of me and started dry humping. Talk about memories!

Than I told her to lie down on her stomach, which she did obediently. I started once again with the massager on her back, but slowly pried her legs open. Then I traveled down to her cunt and started massaging the lips and clit from behind, which she was loving. She crept up on all fours, threw her butt in the air, and then laid her head down on the pillows.

Than I stopped, grabbed the g-spot stimulator and slowly inserted it into her. Just the nub and obviously not all the way in. I turned it on and started massaging her inside. At first no reaction, but then her butt started swaying and she tried to get it deeper into her, which of course isn't its purpose. She started moaning again, and getting into it. Than I suggested she hold the massager on her clit while I massaged her inside. She was there like a bear.

Boy o boy did she get into it. I put a little more pressure on the wand in order to increase the feeling of the stimulator and she groaned. She started moaning louder, to the extent I was sure my kids would wake up, when she all of a sudden asked me stop.




My 18 Year Old Neighbor Ch. 02



"Why???"

"I gotta pee really badly."

"Trust me you don't. You're getting ready for a great orgasm...go with the flow"

"No Mr. G. I really gotta pee. It must be the beer I had."

Of course I turned the massager back on and gave it to her while holding her hand and guiding it to her clit.

I then started on the pressure again on her g-spot. She started moaning, louder every time, and then she became eerily quite. I thought she had passed out again but her hand was firmly holding the massager in its place. Let me say that the view at this juncture was exceptional. Beautiful tight ass, no hair or stubble anywhere to be found, the anus still pink in color, and her pussy lips engorged and wrapped around the wand of the stimulator. I glanced backward and saw her feet crunched up, her legs tight, and then, without a sound, squirt. Small squirt, but very very powerful. Then, a half a second later, another squirt. This one longer in duration, but equally as powerful, and than, the nice long one. Being inexperienced I actually thought at first that she had peed on herself, but the liquid was clear and didn't smell like urine at all.

That last squirt had a trajectory of at least three feet, and it left a huge wet spot on my comforter.

With the last squirt out of the way, she collapsed downward. I pulled the stimulator out of her, and took the massager out of her hand, turning it off.

"Sorry for the pee Mr. G., but I warned you"

"It's not urine Nicky, it's female cum. How did it feel?"

"I guess I know what the G-spot is now, huh?!"

"I guess you do."

She came down from her orgasmic bliss while she cuddled with me. As she threw a leg over me, rubbing my now aching cock.

"Mr. G, I've been selfish here. I've been enjoying myself and you haven't had any fun yet. That's no fair."

"Well that's not entirely true Nicky. I've enjoyed this more than you can imagine. Plus, we're not done here yet."

"REALLY????"

"REALLY"

"You mean there's more?"

"Yup"

"Are you going to use the other toys on me?" she asked seductively.

"You bet"

With that she said "yippy", jumped out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

When she came back, she pulled my shirt and shorts off. She started kissing me again, than my neck and worked herself down to start on what was soon becoming a pretty good blowjob. Nothing to brag about, but "A" for effort. If nothing else the view was great.

As she was blowing me, I told her to pull herself over towards me and we got into a 69. She soon got distracted from her task and started enjoying the feelings she was experiencing, almost to the point of orgasm. She was pressing herself down on my face as much as possible, but then I stopped.

I laid her down on her back, and started kissing her while I fondled and tweaked her breasts. I then got the massager going again and handed it to her, so she could start pleasing herself. She did so immediately.

While she was getting in to it, I grabbed the medium sized vibrating dildo, turned it on, and then slowly introduced it into her.

"Ummmhhhh"

"Do you like it?"

"Oh yeah Mr. G."

"Do you really like it?"

"Ohhhhhh, I love it. I just don't think it'll all fit."

By this time I had almost all of it in and I started the in and out motion. She spread her legs wider, intertwining her right leg with my left one. The deeper the dildo went, the more she would bear down.

"How does it feel?"

"Fucking incredible" she moaned.

Her first orgasm hit about three minutes into it, and she was about to pull the massager off when I told her to keep going.

"Huh?"

"Keep going, don't stop"

By my count she came about ten times and would have kept on going had it not been for my right hand that was about to fall off. I finally withdrew the dildo and she shut the massager off.

She hugged me tight and started sobbing.

"What's wrong Nicky?"

"Oh Mr. G, I don't know. It's just that I've touched myself before and cum and everything, but I have never felt this good in my entire life. I swear that I just had the best orgasm I have ever felt, and then fifteen seconds later, I have better one, and then ten seconds later an even better one, and so on and so on."

"Well I'm glad I could help you experience that."

"We're not through yet, are we?"

"Not by a long shot sweetheart."

"GOOD. What's next?"

"What do you feel like doing?"

"What about you, aren't you going to cum?"

"Nicky, the sad thing is that if I cum, I'm out for the rest of the game. Capiche?"

"Well, I want to make you cum."

"Go right ahead"

With that she climbed on top of me, and started rubbing herself. Gliding my cock between the folds of her wet pussy. I caressed her breasts, pulled gently on the nipples and then started man handling that gorgeous ass of hers when all of a sudden, the phone rang.

I looked over at the clock and it was 2:30. I reached over and answered surprised to hear Doug's voice on the other end asking about his daughter and apologizing for the hour. I told him I assumed she was still downstairs working on the computer but that I would send her over right away.

She giggled when she saw my expression, climbed off me and started to get dressed.

As she tied her sweat pants on she said, "I owe you big time."

"You don't owe me anything, really."

"Mr. G., I'm skipping school tomorrow and you're not going to work, and we're going to fuck all day long until your wife comes back, OK?"

"That's a big decision Nicky, not one that should be taken lightly. Think it over and we'll talk to each other soon" I said as I leaned over and pecked her on her lips.

"Nothing doing buddy", she said as she grabbed my hard on. "I want this in me tomorrow at 8:30, CAPICHE?"

Ahhh youth. With that she saw herself out, and I came in about ten seconds with my own hand.

Stay tuned for the 8:30 shenanigans in chapter 3. 



My 18 Year Old Neighbor Ch. 03



What is it about pleated skirts, white knit socks and saddle shoes on a beautiful tanned 18-year-old girl that gets a guy going, huh? Plus, let me tell you, the skirts where never that short when I was in high school.

I had prepared myself for a day of wild uninhibited sex. I woke up at 6:00 am, getting all the kids ready for school. This included everything from bathing the little ones to feeding everyone breakfast and preparing their lunch. I deposited them at school, drove like a mad man to a drug store to get two packs of condoms and a tube of lube, (lest my wife start asking questions). Hauled ass back to my house, found the hair trimmer I seldom use and started trimming my pubic hair. Jumped into the shower and scrubbed myself clean 'till I was pink. After drying off I clipped and filed all my nails, brushed and flossed, and finally found some clean shorts and my favorite dark blue t-shirt to wear. I was ready. I went downstairs, got the newspaper, sat in my den and started killing time.

At exactly 8:05, there was a knock on the kitchen door, and there she was. Her hair was in a ponytail, lips looking moist and glossy but natural in color. Her eyes were vibrant. Typical white blouse unbuttoned in order to decently show some cleavage, the killer skirt, showing firm, long, tan, non-cellulite 18-year legs, and those quaint saddle shoes.

As soon as I opened the door she rushed in and closed the door behind her, apparently worried that someone, somehow would see her. As she closed it behind herself and turned around, she went towards me for I what I thought was a hug, but she ended up jumping up and hugging me while wrapping her legs around me and kissing me. I grabbed her thighs in order to balance ourselves but my hands ended up grabbing her delicious ass cheeks, which were panty less or at worst, she was wearing a tiny imperceptible g-string.

Not being accustomed to holding or carrying my partner, I was backing up trying to find the wall in order to lean up against it for support. When I finally made it, and was able to revel in the situation, she slowly planted one foot down and the other, and continued kissing me.

"I've been thinking about what you're going to do to me all night," she said between kisses as she grabbed my now painfully hard cock.

"I dreamt about you in my sleep and woke up all wet," she continued.

She slowly worked herself down to her knees and unbuttoned my shorts pulling them down along with my underwear. She grabbed my cock and started kissing its head, licking the pole and tickling my ball sack. Than she started in earnest with a full-blown blowjob (no pun intended). Honestly, the scenario did more for me than the actual blowjob because she was good, but I knew she wasn't going to be good enough to get me off. Never the less, this little cutie pie on her knees in the kitchen giving me a blowjob definitely thrilled me.

After a few minutes I pulled her up to the standing position and placed her facing the wall, where I started to softly kiss the nape of her neck while my hands found her breasts. I unbuttoned the blouse and unhooked the bra (front clasping), and started rubbing the underside of her breasts and softly massaging her areolas and nipples. As I kissed and fondled, she started rubbing her ass up and down my cock through her skirt.

With my left hand on her breast, my right hand traveled south to the promised land, and I had been right all along....no panties. She was incredibly wet, which facilitated my putting some of that love juice on my fingers and rubbing all over her lips, clit and insides.

She started whimpering very softly.

"Do you like this?" I asked.

"Uh huh"

"Have you been thinking about this?" I asked her.

"You have no idea Mr. G.," she answered.

"What do you want me to do to you now?"

"Fuck me"

Deciding to try to prolong it as much as possible, I started rubbing her a little faster. Then, when she was almost there, I stopped kneading her breasts and got down on my knees behind her and told her to bend over as much as possible. She separated a little from the wall, firmly planted both hands on it, and pushed away until her upper torso was parallel to the floor.

With her butt jutting deliciously out, I started tonguing her from the hood of her clit all the way to the top of her ass crack. Then I worked on the lips for a while, then the clit, then stuck my tongue in her pussy as far as it would go, and then superficially licked her asshole. She trembled, but kept her hands firmly on the wall. After a good ten minutes of this torture, she said, "Please Mr. G., I need to CUM, I can't take it any more."

With that, I got up, pulled condom number 1 out of my shorts on the floor and guided her towards the kitchen counter, placed her facing it with her back to me while she gripped the edge, slipped on the rubber, and entered her from behind nice and slowly.

Heaven.

Warm, moist, tight. Luscious.

I had gotten so worked up I didn't want to blow my load too quickly, so I forced myself to go as slow as feasibly possible. She was loving it.

"Oh Mr. G. that feels soooo gooooood!!!

She had no idea how good it felt to me. I had pulled her skirt over her waist so I could enjoy the scenery. Being on her tippy toes and spread wide made her legs look ever more taut than they already were. Plus, I don't know if she was the perfect height, the counter was exactly where it should be, or if we just made the perfect fucking couple, but the physics were absolutely perfect.

Look, I consider myself to be about as average as there is. I don't have a monster cock, at 6 feet tall; I'm no giant or shorty. But, let me tell you, I was going in and out of her perfectly. Not like when you're doing it from behind and it keeps on slipping out. Noooo. It was perfect.

Plus, she was bearing down and making it rub that special spot something fierce. I don't know what possessed me, but I was holding out like a champ. You guys out there know what I'm talking about, right? Every now and then, you hit a stride, you pace yourself, you commit to not selling her or yourself short, and you're THE man. It might happen once in a blue moon, but that Monday was my blue moon.

Nicky started moaning, louder and louder which corresponded to her engaging herself more and more forcefully with my cock. Than....she came. It was more like convulsed, to the point that I thought she would snap my dick off. She shook, she put her feet down, than she got up on her tippy toes again, she pushed all the way back, than forward, than back, she slammed her hands down on the counter, her hands slipped, she lost her footing, it was an orchestra of uncoordinated actions.

As she was coming off her high, I spotted a chair, and got an idea. I disengaged, got the chair and pulled it towards the counter. I asked Nicky to climb on the counter and kneel down on it, facing away from me. Then I bent her forward 'till she was folded over. I climbed onto the chair and entered her once again from behind. What a sight we must have been. This 40 year old guy standing on a chair, slamming this beautiful creature as she lay on the kitchen counter. I moved her as close as possible to the edge and went at it. Unfortunately, as I started getting more and more into it, I sensed the chair wasn't going to hold.

I pushed her forward so that she would get on all fours and then climbed up on the counter myself and started up again. Much much better.

It seemed that this was the best position so far, and she was as happy as could be. No footing to look out for, just nice secure fucking (unless you fell off of course).

As her tempo increased, and her moaning got louder and louder, and her words indicated she was THERE, I reached the point of no return. She was slamming back into me with the same gusto that I was slamming into her. When she cried out, "I'm cummmmiiinngggg!!!" I released a sea of sperm into her.

Honestly, I was little winded. I hadn't had sex like that since I was single. After I pulled out of her she laid down on the counter. I got up, removed the condom, and went to sit down on the couch in the den, picking up my shorts along the way.

She came in about thirty seconds later and threw herself on the other side of the same couch, looking somewhat disheveled. Her hair was a little out of whack, her blouse open down the front, her face looking like she had just ran a marathon. She kicked her shoes off, tucked her legs under her, and said, "that was amazing Mr. G."

"It certainly was"

"I had no idea sex could be that good"

"Let me tell you something Nicky, it takes two to tango. You were remarkable as well. You made me feel great all over."

"Well then I guess it's just a matter of who's leading," she remarked as she slipped one foot over my lap and started playing with my cock through my shorts.

"Now Nicky, be honest with me, you've never had intercourse with anybody before?"

"Never like that."

"I thought you said the most you had let Matt get to was third base."

"The most I ever let Matt get to WAS third base. BUT I've had, umh, umh, relations, with other people."

"What do you mean, relations?"

"You really want to know?"

"Absolutely," I said.

"Promise you won't think badly of me?"

"Of course I promise."

Then she went on to describe how during Christmas break she let her grandparent's pool boy do her while her family was out.

"He took your virginity?" I asked while trying to be non-judgmental.

"NOOOO. He was my second."

"Who was the first?"

"David. Exchange student for a semester who was NEVER coming back."

"And how did that go?"

"Nothing to brag about, especially after this morning."

"How about the pool boy?"

"That was different. I caught him looking me over in my little bikini while I was putting lotion on, and for some odd reason it turned me on. The sun, the skimpy bikini, being outdoors, no one home but maybe getting caught, being oiled up, I don't know, it just happened, you know? I turned over onto my stomach and asked him to put lotion on my back."

As she was telling me the story she was still absentmindedly rubbing my cock with her foot, and it was getting more and more difficult to concentrate for me.

"He spread lotion all over me and then told me Florida girls sunbathe nude in order not to get tan lines. Without even waiting for my answer he yanked my bottoms off. I turned over to yell at him and he pinned me down and kissed me. I tried to push him away but it was no use, plus, like I said, I was really turned on. He started rubbing up against me, and one thing lead to another."

"Was it good?"

"It was erotic. We didn't even know each other's name. The circumstances, the one time thing, I don't know."

"Did you cum?"

"No. Not right then. I mean, it took him like two seconds to get off, and then he left and I went into the pool and let the jets finish me off."

"Pretty resourceful"

"Ummhhhh, the jets are great."

"I bet."

I got up and got us some water, and when I returned, she had dozed off. I softly called her name, but she was out. I decided now would be a good a time as any to make a beer and beverage run.

I made it to the grocery store and back in about forty-five minutes. I stocked the fridge with the beer and soda and checked on my special friend. She wasn't there! Where the hell could she have gone??? Please don't tell me that was it!

I left the den, passed the dining room, checked in my study and nothing. As I headed for the staircase I noticed a white sock on the floor. Then, on the stairs themselves, another one. At the top of the banister the blouse, in the corridor the skirt and hanging from the handle to my room, the bra. Nothing like a little creativity.

As I looked in the room, there she was in all her glory laying face down on the bed, rubbing herself on a pillow she had situated underneath her. She looked over my way and asked, "you going to join me or not?"

I practically ripped my clothes off and jumped into bed with her. We started making out like school kids, and roaming our hands all over each other's body. She eventually climbed on top of me, straddled me, and started playfully rubbing her pubic area over mine. In internal fight brewed deep within me as I debated stopping the incredible sensations I was enjoying to climb off the bed and get another condom. Just thinking about how good my cock would feel deep inside her without any obstacles just made it more difficult. However, not being one who enjoyed scandals, I paused for a moment and put it on.

As soon as it was on my cock, she impaled herself on it. Why oh why did it feel even better than the first time?

She was slowly grinding herself up and down, and voicing how good it felt.

I did notice that she was also trying to connect her clit with my pubic bone, but I suppose that synergy requires a little know how and practice. I was reaching up every now and then to fondle her breasts and lightly squeeze her nipples, and then I would sit up and make out with her while I fondled that magnificent ass of hers. I would then reach down and take each nipple in my mouth and suckle on it.

We were both enjoying ourselves but if this continued, I was the only one that was going to get off. I stopped her, made her turn around with her back towards me, and started all over again. The view was out of this world. Perfect back side, no handles, no ripples in the ass area when she hit rock bottom, and that ponytail of hers dangling backwards while she moaned seemed awfully animalistic. Again, I was getting dangerously close to cumming, and I wanted to make it a memorable orgasm for her. I told her to lean back and lay down, which she did. I grabbed the baby oil off the night table and poured some between her breasts and then started rubbing them firmly, eventually tugging lightly on the nipples, which were now rock hard.

"Oh Mr. G., that feels awesome."

"You like it, huh?"

"God yes!"

After a few minutes, I got her to sit up, still facing away from me, and I leaned over and grabbed the corded massager off the night table, turned it on and told her to place it on her clit.

The first orgasm slammed into her within five seconds. Again, all I was trying to do was keep my dick in her as she was bouncing and grinding away. She had about four or five more 'till she turned the massager off and lay down next to me.

"I had no ideas my nipples were so sensitive. I swear I could have cum just from what you were doing to them."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Mr. G. I got the munchies, can we eat something please?"

"Sure Nicky, how about pizza?"

"Perfect, everything except onions, peppers and shrooms, OK?"

"Alright, how about Papa John's?"

"Great"

I got the phone, made the call and then excused myself to get a quick shower.

As I was I soaping up, in walks Nicky.

"You mind?" she asked.

"Are you kidding, of course not."

Unfortunately, I'm one of those people that at times worry too much about things. As I was soaping her up, I thought I heard the doorbell, which completely broke my train of thought. Just as I was getting into it again, the dam doorbell wrung, and this time I was sure.

I toweled off, put on my robe and went downstairs. The pizza, which by the way never comes before the half hour had made it to my house miraculously in twenty minutes.

I placed the pizza on the breakfast table, pulled out two beers and called out to Nicky to join me.

She came down in just a towel wrapped around her. Ahhhh sweet temptation.

We started eating, drinking and talking about sex.

"Mr. G., would you kill me if I told my best friend about what we've been doing?"

"Nicky, sweetheart, you can't tell a soul what we've been doing! I'm married, I have four kids, I know your parents, and something as good as what we've been doing has to be illegal, trust me!"

"It's just that, well, she and I always talk about sex, and bust on our boyfriends because they don't have a clue about what they're doing. I swear she wouldn't tell anyone, I promise."

"Nicky, I'm starting to get worried here. You have to promise not tell anyone or else I could end up in real trouble, OK?

"Oh all right."

"Promise me Nicky, I wanna hear you say it."

"All right all right, I promise."

"Good then, I'll take your word as a lady. Now tell me, who's your friend?"

"Mandy from school."

"Uh huh, and????"

"And what Mr. G?"

"Well, what have you shared with her so far?"

"I've told her about David and Matt."

"How about the pool guy?"

"God no, she'd think I'm a skank or something!"

"Uh huh, and what else do you talk about with her?"

"Girl stuff Mr. G."

"Well, like what???"

"What do you want to know?"

With that offer on the table, I led her upstairs and lay down on the bed next to her.

"Do you tell her you play with yourself sometimes?"

"She knows."

"How does she know?", I asked as I slowly ran my fingers up and down her body.

"I don't know, it just that sometimes, it's like understood without having to say it, you know?"

"No. Does she play with herself? Does she tell you?"

"No, I mean she sometimes tells me she woke up all horny and stuff but that she "relieved" herself and went on, stuff like that."

Unfortunately this wasn't going were I wanted it to go so I had to change course.

"Tell me about your fantasies Nicky."

"Like sexual fantasies?"

"Yeah."

"Hum. (Pause). The beach, definitely doing it on the beach at night with the moon looking over us."

"Ok, interesting, how about another?"

"I don't know Mr. G., like, should I have more fantasies?"

"Well, have you ever watched porn?"

"Oh definitely"

"Have you ever wished you could trade places with one of the actresses?"

"For sure."

"What are you favorite scenes when you're watching?"

"What do you mean?"

"What gets you the horniest when you're watching those movies?"

"Oh, uhh, everything, I don't know."

"Do you like it when two guys are doing one girl or vice versa?"

"You know, I've thought about it, and yeah, two guys and me sounds pretty cool, but I don't think I could concentrate on giving one guy a blowjob with the other one screwing me, you know? How about you Mr. G.? Ever have a threesome?"

"Twice, and one of those times it was the sexual highlight of my life."

"Really!!??"

"Absolutely."

"With Mrs. G.?"

"No no no."

"Who, where and when?"

"Oh Nicky, I shouldn't be telling you these things."

"Oh come on, I've told you EVERYTHING!!! You gotta tell me."

As I poured some more oil on her and started rubbing her down, I started to tell her about my trip to the Cayman Islands and the 24 and 18 year olds I met at the hotel. They were there along with six other girls for a hospitality seminar that their hotel from Costa Rica had sent them with their boss. We drank a ton and then moved the party to the girls' room. They had four rooms all in a row and connecting. We drank some more, and as the night progressed I walked to the last room, to do what, I don't remember. Eventually, Glenda (the 24 y.o.) and Iria, (the 18 y.o.) came in and we started talking and joking around. The transition from talking to lying in bed naked is fuzzy, but what happened afterwards was the best sex of my life.

Nicky was dying to know why, and I explained that the difference between a good threesome and a not-so-good threesome was what the participants were willing to do. Specifically, it's not one guy having sex with two girls at different times; it's three people having sex with each other, simultaneously.

"Ohhhh....."

"How about you Nicky? That sound appealing to you?"

"Me having sex with you and another girl??? At the same time?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know Mr. G., I'd really have to think about that."

"Well, give it some thought and let me know, OK?"




My 18 Year Old Neighbor Ch. 03



"On one condition."

"What would that be?"

"You stick this cock in me right now and make me cum."

Ahhh, another offer I couldn't refuse. I rolled the rubber on, moved on top of her, and slowly introduced myself. She moaned deliciously.

I started nice and slow and then picked up the pace as she spread her legs wider and wider and then started pushing me into her more and more deeply with her heels on my ass. She was groaning and moaning.

I had to pause because the sight of her was just too much, so I got off her and rolled her over on all fours. I got in from behind and started again in earnest. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was 1:15 already. I still had to "sanitize" the house and get the kids.

I decided this would be the last sex of the day. With that, I started pounding into her harder and harder as I grabbed her ass cheeks for support.

"Ooohhh God that feels so fuccckkkiiing good, please don't stop."

And I didn't, I just kept going and going. Unfortunately, as she started cumming, I got carried away and blew my load in her. I would have loved to have kept it up for longer but it just didn't happen.

She collapsed on the bed still having mini-spasms rippling through her.

I got up and stepped into the shower. Moments later she walked in and kissed me long and deep.

"You're awesome Mr. G."

"You are too Nicky."

With that she turned away from me and I lathered her back again, and then, reached around and soaped up her front side. As I was paying much more attention to her nipples than was required, she leaned back and started rubbing her butt on my cock, which at this juncture just wasn't going to happen. I mean, hey, gotta be realistic, no? You needed a crane to get this thing back up. However, I didn't want to leave her like this. Obviously she wanted more, and I couldn't give it to her, or could I?

Then, I was illuminated. I grabbed the shower massager by the handle and took it off its perch. I changed the selector to the short burst pulsator and let it massage her on her nipples and then downward towards the clit. I lifted one leg and guided it so her foot was on the ledge and then directed the stream on her lips and clit.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

"What's wrong?"

"Ohhhhhh, please?"

"Please what?"

"Please, keep it on my clit."

And of course I didn't. I played with her for five minutes until she was begging me to let her cum.

She was pushing herself back towards me, and then, in an apparent moment of intense frustration, grabbed the handle away from me and directed the pulsations directly at her clit, and boy oh boy did she cum, and cum, and cum.

As she was going through this, I sat sown behind her, spread her legs a little, and introduced a finger into her to rub her g-spot. She got wilder and wilder. I then introduced two and boom, monster orgasm. After which she dropped the hand held massager and sat down with me.

We held each other for a while until she got it together and we finally made it out of the bathroom.

Nicky left with a peck on the lips and a promise to call me as soon as she thought of a way we could see each other and not get caught. I had a room to clean, bed sheets to change and a house to de-Nickyfy.

I'm anxious to explore the whole Nicky / Mandy possibility. You'll be the first to know.



My 18 Year Old Neighbor Ch. 04



Of course my sex life was never the same, how could it? Aside from the episode with the two Costa Rican girls, I had just experienced heightened sexual bliss. And don't get me wrong; sex with my wife was fantastic, and improving. Every time we made love I was overcome with the same feelings of wanting to do "it" more and more often with her. 

However, there's a lot to be said about youth, and with that in mind I burned thousands of brain cells thinking about a way to get back into Nicky's low ride g-string panties. With my wife back from her business trip and life back to normal at home, it was practically impossible to have a repeat of the occurrences of that past weekend.

The weekend following the Monday my wife came back, we were invited to Nicky's commencement and reception at my next-door neighbors. The ceremony was much longer than I had hoped but the reception was fun. Nicky looked incredible. Practicing on high heels gave away her inexperience but the dress said all woman. It was a short soft yellow dress with straps holding the front end up, but the back-sloped way way down to the small of her back. The beautiful golden tan, (no-tan lines) and the flawless skin looked magnificent. She had her hair done and the make up made her look older than her years. 

All afternoon we exchanged knowing glances, which made my blood boil. At one point, when I came out of the bathroom I literally bumped into Nicky at the door.

"Mr. G., I've missed you."

"And I you Nicky."

"What are YOU going to give me for my graduation?"

"Well that depends. What would you like?"

"When can I see you?"

As I looked around to make sure no one was within earshot, I said, "that's a little complicated right now. You have any ideas?"

"Mr. G., I HAVE to see you, like, (pause) really soon," she said, biting her lower lip. "I've had all kinds of funny dreams and I can't take it anymore. Please? I'm just, like, horny all the time now, you know?"

"Well, let me see what I can come up with, OK?"

With that I turned away and went back to my wife and the small group of friends that we were with.

Unfortunately, either I was too chicken or I just couldn't work it out. My kids were home for summer vacation and my wife wasn't going away ‘till October, so, basically, I was stuck without any more Nicky interludes.

The summer went by painfully slow, with me ogling Nicky in her tight little shorts running around my house whenever she came over to see the kids. Thankfully, she handled herself remarkably well. No overt insinuations in front of anybody and no touchy feely. Of course every time she could, she would say things to me that would give me an instant hard on.

For a while I thought I was destined to never have sex with Nicky again. She was leaving for college at the end of August and that would probably be that.

She left on August 27th. Obviously we could have had a quickie in the bathroom and run the risk of getting caught, but I preferred that she remember and cherish that weekend we spent together.

The days following her departure were terrible. I found myself permanently turned on, screwing my wife right and left, surfing the web, I was just a sexual mess. While I was in that turmoil, my son left Nicky's e-address on a post-it note next to the phone. I immediately wrote her and she answered back pleasantly surprised. I got her address in Washington, and decided to send her a belated graduation present.

About four days later I got the e-mail I had been waiting for…

Dear Mr. G.:

You have no idea how much I L O V E the special present you sent me. I should have gotten one years ago. When are you going to cum and see me so we can use it together?

Love, N

BOOOOM! Instant hard on.

I decided I couldn't take it anymore, I had to see her. I made up a story to my wife about a consulting gig in DC and deciding I needed a few days of r & r. I have an old college buddy in town and he and I would go see the skins play on Sunday. Perfect. I made reservations at the Four Seasons which is a hop skip and a jump away from Georgetown, and flew up Friday morning.

By the time I was settled in my room it was two o-clock. I called my little friend and….nothing. Then of course you have to wrestle with whether or not its wise to leave a message on the voice mail. I decided against it.

I went to grab some lunch, came back to the room and took a wonderful, undisturbed nap. I woke up at 6:45, well rested, and called Nicky. For her, disbelief gave way to overjoyed and we agreed to meet for dinner at Houston's, which was about five blocks away from my hotel, and three blocks away from GU.

About five minutes after I arrived, in walked Nicky. Wow! She looked stunning. She was wearing some hip hugging jeans that were cut so low I was certain her slit would show at any moment, a white blouse with those weird sleeves that are way too long and cover half the hand and some gorgeous high heels with delicate straps covering her beautiful feet. She looked good enough to eat.

We hugged for a long time, and she said that this was the absolute best surprise she had ever had in her life. I fought my way to the bar and got myself a drink and a beer for Nicky while she situated herself on a bar stool against the wall.

Unfortunately, the hour wait for a table was over way too quickly and after two drinks we were shown to our table. She ate like a typical college student. No dieting here tonight.

It was a great dinner. The conversation flowed easily, just like old friends. You might ask what in the world a 40 year old could talk about that would interest an 18 year old, or vice versa, but trust me when I tell you there wasn't a moment of silence. We spoke about my kids and the start of their school year. We shared our thoughts on devising ways to hook up over the summer and how unfruitful those thoughts had been, and laughed at the pure ridiculousness of some of them. Then we chatted about her roommate, her classes and her adjustment to college life.

When we were finished, we decided to do some bar hopping. Seeing as how she was underaged, we started at Clyde's, which had a restaurant and a bar, so they wouldn't card us at the door. Once we were in, we made our way to the bar and settled in. We ordered our drinks and just as Nicky was saying she was "moving in" to my hotel room ‘till Sunday, I heard…

"Michael??? Michael, is that you???

Now what are the chances of bumping into someone you know, 1,000 miles away from home, in a city you seldom visit, on a Friday night in a dark bar at eleven o'clock?  Practically non-existent, right?

As I looked to my right there was Laura, my wife's boss (the spectacular Italian woman I mentioned in one of my earlier chapters). I always heard that she was a year younger than my wife, making her 30. She was about 5'8" with very high heels, had long black hair, gorgeous Mediterranean eyes, you know, brown in color, big and expressive, fine eye brows, perfect nose, perfect mouth revealing perfectly white teeth, I would guesstimate she was about a 34B or 34C. She was wearing a pale pink/watermelon linen jacket over the same colored dress, which came to about four inches above her stockingless-knee. The heels were incredible high and spiky and fragile-looking and her feet and toes were equally perfect. She was one of those individuals who you can tell works out to obtain tone, but has no (visible) ripples. I would say she weighed between 115 to 120.

Last I had heard she was single, dating a guy, and had no children. She was the Hemispheric Director for La Perla, probably the world's best quality intimate wear for women. Think of Victoria's Secret as the equivalent of a BIC pen and La Perla as a Mont Blanc, get it? Huge difference.

Regardless of what she looked like and where she worked, this was the last place on earth I wanted to see her, and trust me, although I tried to act cool, calm and collected, I was far from it.

"Laura, wow, it's been ahhh, ahhh, year since I last saw you, how are you?"

"Just fine Michael. I thought it was you when you walked in, but I wasn't certain until you sat down and got a good look at your face. You look fantastic as usual."

"Thanks, you look, uhhh, you look, (3 second pause), marvelous."

"Oh, you're such a sweet man. Thank you."

"Oh, uhh, Laura, this is a good friend of mine, Nicole, Nicole this is Laura."

Pleasantries were exchanged between the two.

I mentioned that Nicky had just started Georgetown and that out of pure coincidence I was in town looking at some consulting work and decided to take her out to dinner. It appeared Laura could not have cared less.

Laura mentioned that she was with a group of very boring attendees of a sales seminar and asked is she could join us, "Of course" I said.

When Laura went back to her table Nicky remarked what a beautiful woman she was and asked how I knew her (I suspect she thought Laura and I had something going), I told her she was my wife's boss. Nicky turned pale white, like milk.

"Don't worry. Remember, if we act like we're doing something wrong, she'll pick up on it; otherwise she'll just go with the flow. Think, she didn't even ask about my wife."

Which was kind of odd, but made me feel a whole lot better.

Laura came back with her purse, and I got up to give her my chair. She didn't have a drink in hand and Nicky had polished off her beer, so I decided to do the gentlemanly thing. Had Laura been American I would have ordered shots of top shelf tequila because I believe that it is the ultimate aphrodisiac, however, being with a refined Italian woman, I opted for a bottle of DP.

"Michael, wow, do we mean that much to you?"

"Absolutely, you only live once."

The bartender almost tripped over himself getting everything ready. He opened the bottle and poured both of them a flute full. I continued with my Belvedere on the rocks, and despite the horrible situation I found myself in, I decided to see it through as best I could. The old saying goes, "When rape is inevitable, just lay back and enjoy it."

Laura and Nicky hit it off perfectly. Unlike Nicky's mom, Laura was what many college girls aspired to. I learned that night that Laura had graduated from La Sorbonne and had a master's degree from Kellogg, which Perla had paid for. She went back to Italy after her studies for one year, and was then transferred to the US head office. Two years later, she was promoted to overseeing all sales in Canada, US, Latin America and the Caribbean. Plus, in a male oriented corporate world, the company she worked for was primarily tailored towards class "A" women. 

Nicky of course had never heard of the company. In fact, she thought Victoria's Secret was pretty much "it".

"Nonsense. Here, this is my card. E-mail me your address and I'll send you some samples, on one condition….you write me and let me know what you think, OK?."

"Really!?"

"Really."

Than they started talking about what her friends wear, brands, colors, cut, etc. etc. I was fascinated. It's great to hear what other girls wear.

They basically talked shop for a good twenty minutes and then Laura excused herself to go to the restroom, and Nicky volunteered to accompany her. Typical.

The bartender filled up the flutes and I ordered another bottle, and had him open it before they got back.

When they returned Laura asked about my work and I assured her that it was nowhere as exciting as hers. Both of them almost fell over laughing.

We then spoke about college life at La Sorbonne.

"Nicole, or, may I call you Nicky as Michael does?"

"Ohh, yes, please, call me Nicky."

"Listen, you're obviously a stunningly beautiful young lady. If you weren't in college I'd be sending your picture to our ad agency so they would look at you. Anyway, I have a pretty good level of self-esteem. How ever much I think of myself though, I assure you I was never at a bar sipping Don Perignon in Paris as the guest of this wonderful example of the male species."

With that, I blushed.

"Ohh look how cute, we made him blush," Laura said as she playfully hugged me.

Nicky was just laughing away now, obviously buzzing on the four beers and champagne.

Laura shared with us what it was like to be away from her country (not just her home) at the age of 17 competing in a foreign language at a very prestigious university.

"Did you like the French?", I asked.

"Well, their pretty good in the kitchen and awful in the bathroom," she said as she held her nose, "you know?"

All of us laughed, and then I mentioned my dislike for them after the whole Iraqi situation, and I added how much I love the Italians and their country.

"Ohhh, you're so sweet," she said, hugging me once more.

As the conversation continued I started thinking about how this night was going to end. I had drank a lot. I wasn't drunk, but I could feel the effects of God knows how many drinks flowing through my body. Laura was well on her way to being completely drunk. She's usually this prim and proper high faluting exec that never lets her guard down. If you looked at her at that precise instant, she had already taken off her jacket and was now in her sleeveless dress, hugging Nicky and exchanging secrets with her. Nicky wasn't feeling any pain either. She was giggling at whatever Laura was telling her, and almost falling off her stool.

Before things got worse, I decided to get the check. As I was waving the bartender over, he wrung the bell and made last call. Perfect!

I paid out, helped Laura put her jacket on, and walked out to the sidewalk.

"Where to now?" asked Laura.

"Well, its already past last call in DC," replied Nicky.

"Well, then both of you are invited back to my room for a night cap," said Laura.

"Great," said Nicky.

"Michael?"

"Fantastic." What else could I say?

We walked about three blocks and entered the Georgetown Inn. It was a very nice upscale, small luxury hotel right on Wisconsin Avenue, in the heart of Georgetown. We went up to the top floor and entered her suite.

Nicky was impressed. "WOW Laura, this is awesome."

"Why thank you. Now make yourselves comfortable while I go powder my nose. Nicky, order something to eat for us and have them bring up a bottle of champagne and a bottle of whatever Michael is drinking, OK?"

"Sure."

I was in for a long sexless night with two drunken women. I was certain of it.

When Laura came back in the room she was barefoot and about four inches shorter as a result. She had shed her jacket and plopped herself down on the sofa.

Nicky was still on the phone deciding what to get until Laura asked for the phone and ordered a fruit and cheese plate, a bottle of DP and a bottle of Belvedere along with sodas and ice.

Nicky then excused herself and disappeared into the bedroom, and Laura turned the TV on and looked for a music channel, finally settling on one to her liking. As she turned up the volume, Nicky came in dancing, turned the living room lights off completely, and started dancing and singing with Laura while both of them jumped on the furniture as they mimicked the singer on the screen, collapsing onto the sofa and laughing after the song was over.

Nicky then got up, and was struggling to button the top button on her pants but just then Laura said,

"Wait, stop, I want to see what you're wearing."

"What do you mean, "What I'm wearing"?"

"Your panties, show me."

"Ohh, here." She didn't think of it twice, and tugged at her pants ‘till they were down around her ankles and she kicked them off.

There she was in, in her white blouse, and a tiny low ride powder blue g-string panty, standing in front of us as if it where the most normal thing in the world.

"God that feels soooo much better," she said, as she twirled around and modeled for us. What an ass!

"Nicky, you are absolutely beautiful, but you're wearing the wrong underwear. Now let me see the bra."

With that said, Nicky unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall behind her, exposing herself to us in a very plain bra.

"Michael, what would you say if I was able to convert our beautiful Nicole here into an even more sensuous young lady?"

"I would be all for it," I answered.

"Fine."

Laura got up taking Nicky's hand and pulled her into the bedroom, sliding shut the double doors behind her.

Humm. Very interesting.

Just then the door sounded and I went to let the room service guy in, who, after turning the lights on, rolled in with a banquet on his cart. He situated the cart next to the window, and uncovered about six different cheeses, grapes, apples, oranges, plums, strawberries, raspberries, etc. etc.

He then opened the champagne, served two flutes and poured me my drink. I signed the bill and gave him a 50.

When he left, I turned the lights back off and sat down to await my show.

I didn't wait long. About five minutes later the doors slid open and in walked Laura in some very interesting sleepwear. It was a very sheer robe that covered an equally sheer teddy underneath. Unfortunately the light from the room and the TV wasn't bright enough to allow me to see what I wanted to see. However, with the light in the backdrop, I could tell that the material was completely see-through!

While I was kicking myself for having turned off the lights, in walks Nicky. She was wearing something that looked like shorts to me, (tiny shorts) and a very nice bra that covered half of her breasts, which by the way looked succulent. The getup was tangerine colored and looked exceptional against her golden tan.

"Well Michael, what do you think of the boythong?" asked Laura.

"Boythong?"

"Yes, this" and with that she took Nicky's hand, lifted it above her head, and twirled her around so I could see that in effect, it was a cross between a thong and shorts.

"Lovely" I said.

"And the breasts?", she asked, twirling her around again, "don't they look much better?"

"They certainly do."

"Now Michael, you see a woman dressed like this in front of you, and what does it drive you to do?"

I had no idea what answer she was seeking.

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said Michael. When you see this woman dressed like this standing in front of you, what desire goes through your mind?"

I'm sure she didn't want to know. In fact, I'm certain that no where in that well educated European brain of hers did she have any idea of the perverse thoughts that were running through my mind at that instant.

"Oh come now, don't be bashful Michael, we're all adults here" said Laura as she sipped from her flute and handed the other flute to Nicky. "You're a man, tell me what your instincts tell you."

I looked at Nicky straight in the eye to see if I could get a feeling for what she was thinking but she grabbed the flute and poured the champagne down her throat like it was dollar long neck night at the local watering hole.

Laura then sauntered over to the cart, pulled the champagne bottle of the ice and walked over to Nicky. She filled Nicky's flute, then her own, chugged it down, and said, "we'll be right back," and led Nicky by the hand back to the room, closing the doors behind them.

Women.

Anyway, being a typical guy, I decided to channel surf for a while, and obviously, seek porn out. Nothing doing, which was grossly unfair considering it was Friday night and at home you could always find cable porn, but just then I was illuminated…in room movies. BAM! I switched the channel, looked at the options, and selected the best title I could find, "Sorority Sisters". After walking through all the disclaimers, and waiting about a minute, and just as the title was appearing on the screen, in walks Laura, sans little robe this time, just in the see-through teddy, with Nicky in tow, who was wearing this short little camisole, completely see-through and some undies that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.




My 18 Year Old Neighbor Ch. 04



"Well, whadayou think?" asked Laura as she poured herself some more champagne.

Nicky was modeling for me, doing little pirouettes, and acting as sexy as could be.

"She looks fabulous!"

"Fabulous???" Laura said, slurring her speech, "that's all you have to say?" and then plopped down next to me. Of course, as she did so, she saw the scene on the TV and said,

"You bad bad boy. You're sooo naughty!" 

Nicky, who apparently hadn't even noticed that the TV was on, turned to see it, and exclaimed, "Oh goody, I love this stuff," and grabbed the remote out of my hand, turned up the volume, and sank down on my other side.

The three of us sipped on our drinks as the "story line" developed, and five minutes later, as a real hot scene between two sorority sisters was taking place in a bedroom, I looked over at Laura and saw that she had passed out.

Glancing over towards Nicky, I see she had gotten more comfortable, positioning herself with her back to the armrest and then placed her feet up on my lap.

Between the on-screen action and Nicky rubbing my cock with her foot, I was hard as a rock. 

"That is soo hot Mr. G., does it turn you on as much as it does me?"

As I looked over to answer her, she had a hand down her panties running circular motions over her clit.


I decided to lend her a helping hand. I reached over and slipped my fingers under the elastic of her panties and she lifted her butt off the couch to help me out.

As I threw them to the floor, she placed one foot over the backside of the couch and the other on the floor. I grabbed the foot off the floor and started to kiss the very tip of each toe, then run my tongue down the sole, and turn upwards to the ankle, and then up north. She had continued to play with herself, but I moved her hand away as I neared her pussy and licked each engorged lip, up and down, up and down, and then gently took each one in my mouth and sucked and nibbled on it. As I looked up, I saw that Nicky was now playing with her breasts and looking straight at the TV.

After playing with the lips for a while, and sneaking my tongue into her as far as it would go, I decided to tease her clit, which elicited a deep moan from her. As I worked her clit, I slid one finger about an inch into her, and rubbed upwards. She was loving it. Just when I stopped in order to get more comfortable, she got up too, pulled the camisole over her head, and sat on the coffee table in front of me, butt naked, and took me into her mouth.

The blowjob was superb. I don't know if the champagne had dulled her gag reflex or what but she was doing remarkably well. She was licking, teasing, and then going all the way down on me. It was great. Thankfully, whenever I drink as much as I did that night, I never cum. I can fuck for hours and not have an orgasm.

She went down on me for a good while but I think she sensed I was going to cum that way, so as she stood we switched places, I turned her back towards me and folded her down so she could place her hands on the couch, and I entered her from behind. God it felt GOOD! Warm, enveloping, moist, delicious. I was home.

With each movement I sunk deeper and deeper into her.

She started moaning really loudly, and talking.

"GODDDDD, that feels AWESOME! Umhhhh. Umhhhh. Yesss. Yesss."

Of course, as the moans and groans were getting louder, I was momentarily overcome with a sense of moral rectitude and decided now would be a good a time as ever to move as far way from my wife's boss as possible, no? I pulled out of Nicky and led her to the bedroom, where I laid down on the bed and told her to climb aboard. However, she decided that she wanted to give me a little more head, so as she situated herself in tune with that mission, I twirled her around and we got into the classic 69.

Let me tell you, 69ing her was out of this world. As I went down on her, she reached orgasm very quickly. As I homed in on her clit, and attacked it fiercely, she let out a wallowing scream. She stopped her oral tribulations on me, and just let the orgasms rip through her, one after another.

After a few minutes of this, I was about to get lockjaw, so I decided to let her rest a little and go wash up.

I took a good long leak, and then, as I saw the shower, decided a quick wash-up would do me wonders. I grabbed some hotel shampoo and jumped in. I cleaned my self up thoroughly, dried off, took advantage of the free SCOPE to get some that liquor and pussy taste out of my mouth and got ready for round two with little Nicky. I actually entertained the thought of leaving Laura and grabbing Nicky and heading for my hotel, and the more I thought about it, the more sense it made. Laura had witnessed no inappropriate behavior, so now was actually the perfect time to leave.

Perfect, my mind was made up. I shut the light off, opened the door with a towel around me and went to tell Nicky of the new plans for the evening. She hadn't fallen asleep in bed, so I went to the living room, Sorority Sisters was still playing on the TV partially illuminating the room. No one on the couch, and the coffee table had been pushed away to a distant corner. Nicky had brought the bed cover and all the pillows and had made a nice big comfortable bed in the middle.

As I watched from afar, she took Laura (still half asleep) and pulled her, to the floor, and laid her down comfortably with her head on a pillow.

As Laura mumbled thank yous, Nicky then unsnapped the teddy at Laura's crotch, and started licking her!!! Yes, no foreplay, no conversation, nothing, just boom, in she went!

For the first few seconds (probably 30 or 40), there was no response from Laura, so Nicky stopped, leaned over to the couch, grabbed her handbag, and pulled out the vibrating dildo I had sent her.

She turned it on, and placed it right smack on top of Laura's clit. That got a response.

There was some initial moaning, and then, as if she was awakening from a dream, Laura opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbows.

"Nicole, what ARE you doing?"

"Do you want me to stop……or keep going?"

"Umhhhhhh. I'll let you know in about half an hour."

With that, Nicky started rubbing the vibrating dildo all over the lips, the clit, down almost to Laura's anus, than back up. Laura was loving it. She increased the speed and placed it on the clit again, and Laura started whining and saying indiscernible things.

"Ohhh that feels de-vine!!!!"

Then little Nicky took the dildo and started slowly introducing it into Laura. As she was doing this, she leaned over, and took Laura's clit into her mouth and did I don't know what, but Laura literally exploded in orgasm. She bucked up, screamed, and spasmed. Little Nicky didn't stop though. She continued, and was eventually able to start thrusting the vibrating dildo in and out. She looked up for a second and with her eyes signaled me to come over.

She guided my hand onto the dildo and she continued the attention she was lavishing onto Laura's clit. With my free hand I massaged and kneaded Laura's breasts and lightly pulled on her nipples. Just as Laura was about to cum again, with Nicky firmly attached to her clit, and the dildo in to the hilt, Nicky slipped a finger into Laura's asshole.

Laura froze, than grunted, than drooled, than drooled some more, and than BOOOMMM, came like I've never seen a woman cum.

She screamed a shrieky scream, called Nicky's name, and spasmed and spasmed.

I pulled the dildo out of her, and lay down on the floor next to her. After what I had just witnessed, I was harder than concrete. Apparently Nicky was pretty wired up as well, because she crawled over to me from Laura's other side and started giving me a hand job.

"God Mr. G., I'm so turned on right now. I've never made another girl cum. Did you see her?"

"Uhuh."

Nicky was strumming herself something fierce when Laura finally decided to do the right thing and reciprocate.

She pulled Nicky up by the hands and made her kneel over my face while she climbed aboard and sank down on my cock. As I started eating Nicky out, Laura started saying,

"That was a great orgasm sweetthing, but there's nothing like the real thing. I bet you've already had this inside you, haven't you?"

God I wish I could see what was going on up there. All I could see were those beautiful poutty lips, that gorgeous opening calling out my name, the clitoris as it bore down on me, and that pink, glorious asshole.

"Of course I've had it inside me," Nicky answered.

"Was he your first?"

"He was and is my best."

Talk about getting a rush of blood to your ego!

"Is that so?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely"

"He doesn't cum to quickly, does he?'

"Uhhh. What?" she asked as a mini orgasm rippled through her.

Of course Laura was bad. She knew how to fuck. Unlike this little 18 year old, Laura knew all the moves. Had it not been for my drinking I would have blown a load at he onset.

"I asked you if Michael cums too quickly or actually holds out."

"Well, I guess…ahhh, uhhhhh, (pause) uh, I guess you'll let me know that in half an hour," she answered intelligently.

Of course I was dying to fuck Laura in earnest. I wanted to actually SEE her and work my wonders, and the only way I was going to be able to do that was to bring Nicky off. 

With that in mind, as my oral attack intensified, and just as she was about to cum again, I slipped a finger into her butthole. She squealed, and started rocking spastically on my mouth and chin, and as I was able to wiggle my finger into her cavity and try stroking her g-spot through the thin membrane separating my finger from her vagina, she paused, stopped moaning, stopped groaning, and just kneeled there for a few seconds, ‘till the first tell tale squirt came out, then a longer more forceful one, and then the grand finale, with trajectory and force. She collapsed alongside of us and then Laura chimed in,

"Sure you can make a little teenager do that, but I bet you can't make me cum like that Michael."

"Some women don't cum that way Laura, you know that."

"I suppose not"

"Have you ever cum like that Laura," asked Nicky.

"No. I've been intrigued by it, I mean, I see it in movies and read about it every now and then, but I don't think I can bring myself to pee on someone like that."

"It's not urine Laura," I said.

"Of course it is."

"Smell it," I ordered.

With that she leaned down and smelled my mouth and my neck, and then kissed me on the lips and even gave me some tongue.

She stopped rocking on me, and said, "you know, you might be right. It doesn't smell or taste like urine."

"It's female cum Laura."

"Laura, let me tell you from experience, you haven't had an orgasm ‘till you cum like that," said Nicky.

"Really? And how do you achieve that type of orgasm," she asked.

"Let us show you," answered Nicky, "but tell us what you like most, sexually."

"I like everything."

"Come ON! What do you like MOST?" asked Nicky

"I like regular sex, you know, the guy, uh, uh, putting "it" in me, you know?"

"Laura," Nicky said, now taking charge, and obviously no-longer the innocent little teenager, "how do you like your sex; do you like to get done doggy style, you like the man on top, do you prefer oral sex, anal sex, both, WHAT do YOU like?"

With that she took Laura and pulled her off me, and laid her down on her back. She then reached over for her handbag once again and pulled out a small bottle of baby oil and poured it al over Laura's chest.

She signaled for me to go down on her, and she started massaging Laura's breasts.

Laura opened herself up to me and I started softly kissing her bellybutton, then below the bellybutton, than the lips, than the thighs, than the lips again, and then I started licking.

I started on the lips, taking each one into my mouth and softly nibbling on it, than releasing it, and kissing my way down to her thighs, to her ankles, and then her feet and toes. When I reached her toes I would extend me tongue out and run it in between each one causing Laura to inhale deeply.

Than I ran my tongue firmly down each sole, and all the way back up to her pussy, taking the other lip in my mouth, and then back down to the other foot.

What beautiful feet! This woman knows how to take care of them. They were perfectly soft, no rough spots, no hair, obviously no bunions, perfect pedicure, perfect everything.

Of course as I was delighting on her feet, Nicky would be stroking and fingering her, which elicited a low guttural response from Laura.

As I went back up, I sailed over the clit, which caused Laura to groan from frustration, and started to lick inside her. As I glanced upwards, I could see that Nicky had taken a nipple into her mouth and was still massaging the other breast.

Laura was scooting her ass all over the place, trying to make me come in contact with her clit. I then stopped, and told her to roll over.

"What are you going to do to me Michael?"

"Nothing you won't love, trust me."

She rolled over, and Nicky poured some oil on her back and started massaging her.

As I stared at that gorgeous ass, I pulled her legs apart and introduced my thumb into her pussy, and started to see if I could find and exploit the infamous g-spot. I was rubbing against the vaginal wall, and she was humping downward, but it just didn't feel right. I pulled my thumb out and introduced two fingers. These I was able to push in and out more comfortably. As she started humping again, Nicky slipped her hand underneath Laura and started rubbing her clit.

"Ohh that feel so good, but I want you inside me, pleeeasse?"

"Not yet," I answered.

We made her cum like that two or three times, each time more intense, but no g-spot orgasm.

Finally, I decided that this wasn't a mission after all, and to just climb aboard and enjoy. I pulled her up on her hands and knees and entered her from behind. Nicky of course, feeling left out, asked, "what about me Mr. G., I need some too you know. I haven't cum, like, in half an hour."

"Get in front of Laura and we'll see if she's good lover or not," I suggested.

So Nicky situated herself on the floor and spread her legs in front of Laura and leaned back. I couldn't tell if Laura was actually doing it right or not because I was starting to bang into her quite forcefully and enjoy myself. Honestly, the sight was just too much. Here I was behind this beautiful Italian woman, who was on all fours eating this 18-year-old beauty out, while I banged her from the rear. How could life get any better???

And at that split second, it did. Nicky, scooted down under Laura found her way to suckle Laura's breasts as I continued fucking her, and then scooted further down and took Laura's clit into her mouth as my dick was only millimeters away.

Laura started screaming.

"Ohhh GOD I'M GOING TO CUM. GOD YESSSSSS!!!!! OHHHHHHHHH!

Then, Nicky pulled my cock out, replaced it with her fingers (this girl should be a contortionist) and started slamming them into Laura and left me no-where to go, or so I thought, until I saw that delightful butthole calling out my name. So I did the right thing, and placed it against the opening, ‘till the head popped in.

Laura froze and became completely silent. But Nicky continued her oral and digital assault, and I then decided to continue forward, cautiously but determined. I inched forward, but then, just as another orgasm ripped through Laura, and she jerked backward, I accidentally (really, accidentally) I jerked forward, and found myself to the hilt. She moaned out like a werewolf.

"OOOHHHhhhhhhhhh GOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!! Yessssssssssssssssssssss!!!

And with that spasmed forward and backward, and forward and backward, and between her spasms, and the feel of Nicky's fingers in front coming in contact with the membrane that separated my dick from Laura's vagina, I started cumming and cumming.

After a few seconds of living in that bliss, we all collapsed into a heap of human sexual flesh. Our legs intertwined, a foot here, and arm there, a dildo under here, oil over there.

The thought of moving to the bed crossed my mind but the sheer exhaustion, being totally spent, and all the booze made me pass out.

Let me know if you want to hear about what happened the next day.



My 18 Year Old Neighbor Ch. 05



THIS IS A REALLY LONG STORY WITH ACTUAL SEX AT THE END. IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A QUICKIE, THIS ISN'T IT.

*

Of course, all good things must eventually come to an end. In my case, that "end" came quickly and drastically.

My wife connected the dots between calling me at the hotel and not reaching me at several different ungodly hours, as well as Laura's incessant pestering about when we would all get together and see each other, and how much she enjoyed bumping into me in Washington, DC. Needless to say I denied everything, and continue doing so to this date, but my wife suspects.

I had been offered a consultancy in Mexico which would involve a weeklong stay in the capital, a week in Cancun, a week in Acapulco and a week in Ixtapa. At my wife's insistence, I had been putting it off and off, but now that she apparently thought she caught me with my hands in the cookie jar, she adopted a blasé attitude, and insisted a little time away from each other might be just what the doctor ordered.

I tied-up some loose ends at home and negotiated a great deal with the Mexican company.

The trip turned out to be fabulous, and indeed, just what the doctor ordered.

The first-class trip ended by being picked up in a limo and driven to the Four Seasons Hotel. Mexico City, as some of you know, is a HUGE place. I'm talking a population of more than 25 million people just in the city itself. The hotel is beautiful, but a little too downtownish, if you know what I mean. It's half a block off the major thoroughfare, and well, just a little too busy for me. Regardless, the room I was in, which was being paid by the Mexican company, was a US$495/night room. Again, gorgeous surroundings, excellent service and exquisite meals.

I settled in that evening, called home to say hello, and after reading a few pages of my book, I fell fast asleep. The next day was completely routine as I met the CEO and we got down to business. I met some nice people the first week and was invited to join a small group for happy hour on Friday evening. Totally uneventful, yet it allowed me to get out and about and gather my bearings.

I returned to the hotel with a slight buzz and alone. After I showered and got ready for bed, I surfed the channels and found some porn. As I laid down however, I decided to spice up my night by giving Nicky a call. I hadn't seen or spoken to her in a month, and although we e-mailed each other every now and then, I always kept the electronic correspondence as clean as possible, lest someone catch us.

As fate would have it, despite the hour time difference, she wasn't in her dorm room and I was reluctant to ring her cell phone and interrupt the fun I assumed she was having. Consequently, I watched an hour of porn, had a happy ending, and fell into a deep and relaxing eight-hour trance.

I did all the touristy stuff on Saturday and Sunday, read to my heart's content, and Monday flew off to Ixtapa.

The company I was "working" for booked me at La Casa Que Canta in Zihautenejo, a small fishing village outside the resort town of Ixtapa. What a hotel! I mean WOW! The view was breathtaking, the lay out extraordinary, and the service & food excellent.

The first day proved to be very, very productive. After "working" and getting settled down, I changed into more casual attire and decided to sip on a margarita poolside and watch the sun disappear into the Pacific Ocean. Despite it being a Monday in October, the area surrounding the pool was full. Of course, there were only five or six tables, but full never the less. A couple over here, a group of three over there, a guy on the other side alone, etc. etc. You get the picture. Having no-where to sit, I made my way to the tiny bar which I think had two or three stools, ordered my margarita, and sank into my book as I enjoyed the ocean breeze and the smooth drink.

Not five minutes later, low and behold, a young lady, maybe 23 or 24 years of age, comes up next to me and shoots off in Spanish words which where completely indistinguishable to me. My perplexed look obviously indicated that I didn't have a clue and she switched to accented English.

"I'm so sorry....but there are no tables available, are these seats taken?"

"No, no, please join me."

Since she asked for seats in plural, I assumed she would be meeting someone, and she took the stool furthest away (leaving one stool in between).

"Is the margarita good?" she asked.

"Delicious", I responded.

She ordered one, and I decided to leave her alone, expecting to see her companion at any moment.

Every now and then I would steal glances at her over the edge of my book. She was wearing a huge hat and large sunglasses, too large for my taste. However, she had a white linen blouse unbuttoned in the front with some other white thing underneath, and low ride white linen pants. Every time she leaned over for a sip, the pants inched southward down her butt. She had dirty blond hair, bordering on brown, and the hands and feet, ohhh the hands and feet.

For the young readers out there, you can tell a lot about a woman by just observing these two indicators. Her feet were dainty and perfectly pedicured and her hands where wrinkle-free and the manicure was equally as nice. Notwithstanding her stature, which was shorter than I prefer, she was a very elegant and refined looking young lady, and I loved how she carried herself. To boot, she had great lips. Not huge ones like Angelina Jolie, but just the rest size so you can imagine them wrapped around your cock.

As I set my book down and polished off my first margarita, I decided to return to my trustworthy vodka, and ordered one on the rocks with lime. She seemed to take advantage of my momentary pause in reading and struck up a conversation.

"You seem to be enjoying your book."

"Is it that obvious?" I asked back.

"The expressions on your face give you away. I wish I would like reading half as much as you."

"Oh your young. I really didn't get into it until I graduated from college and started traveling back and forth for work. In fact, up until I was 21 or 22, I hated reading"

"Well let me thank you in advance for the compliment, but just how young do you think I am?"

"Couldn't be a day over 20." I said.

That earned me a beautiful smile followed by a heartfelt laugh.

"Oh, you're good."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"Not a day over 20, I love you." she remarked as she patted my hand.

"Well, as I tell my clients, perception is reality."

And having broken the ice, we drank and chatted until it was dark outside.

As darkness fell, off came the hat and the sunglasses and I was immediately taken in by her beautiful eyes. They were a cross between very light blue and gray, and contrasted exquisitely with her golden tan. 

She confessed to being 25 and being married to a man that was a work-a-holic and gave her all the material things she needed and wanted. We moved to the first table that became available and as the drinks flowed and the conversation continued, it became obvious that she had everything except the attention of her husband.

She said that throughout her college days she always enjoyed the company of older men, and that when she graduated and started working, she became immediately attracted to her boss. They started dating, had an intense relationship, and he eventually proposed marriage. To a 22-year-old girl, it was the life everyone dreamed of (or so she thought). He was wealthy, powerful and good-looking. Although her family repeatedly advised her not to marry someone so old (he was 46 at the time), she was madly in love. Of course, after the honeymoon ended, she remembered exactly how much time he spent at the office and traveling.

At first, she would accompany him on his business trips, but she soon became bored being alone all day and well into the night as he attended his meetings and other engagements. She had now been married for two years, and while her friends where clubbing and having a blast, she was at alone at home watching TV.

Although she was forthcoming with relatively intimate information, she always maintained her lady-like composure, never used foul language, and when we realized nightfall was upon us, she ordered the check and said she had to call it a night. I insisted that she let me pick up the tab, but she wouldn't allow it.

She signed the check, said goodnight gracefully, and left.

As she moved away I was able to settle my gaze on that delicious ass of hers. She was thin and stood approximately 5'5". She couldn't have weighed more than 110 to 115 pounds. Her breasts appeared rather small, but her ass was magnificent.

Unfortunately, she didn't look back, and disappeared into the hotel. I genuinely felt that we had hit off, and hoped we would bump into each again.

I had dinner alone and read before I fell asleep.

Tuesday went well, but no mystery lady. I hung out by the pool all evening and nothing. I asked the bartender who she was and he didn't have a clue. Maybe she had checked out already.

Come Wednesday, seeing as how the bartender hadn't seen her at all for the past two days I assumed she had already left, and decided to try my luck out on the town. By 3:30 I was done with work so I decided to get back to the hotel, change, and see the fishing village. Quaint is really the only word to describe it.

After walking around for an hour or so, BOOM, I bumped into you know who, looking fabulous. Short white shorts, white sandals, and a pastel colored t-shirt along with the $900 LV handbag my wife wanted for Christmas.

She recognized me thank God, and we chatted some before I invited her for a sunset drink at a local restaurant.

"Which one do you have in mind?" she asked.

"I don't have the slightest, but I'm hoping maybe you can guide me."

"I have just the place," she said as we walked a few blocks to the west side of the bay and came upon a small terrace outside a restaurant that looked out onto the beach.

The restaurant didn't say much, I mean it wasn't going to win a Michelin award or anything, but it was, again, quaint.

After the waiter took our order and left, proper introductions were forthcoming.

"By the way, I'm Marisol" she said as she extended her hand towards me.

"I'm Michael, pleasure to meet you Marisol. I was afraid I wouldn't see you again."

"Afraid, why's that?"

"Well, I thought you had checked out already and left."

She grinned and said, "I'm not a guest at the hotel, I own a small apartment a block away, so every now and then I have a meal or drink there."

"Oohhhh. How nice."

"It is. Whenever my husband's away, I try to come down as often as possible to get away from the city and catch up on my tan."

We then got into her husband's line of work as well as mine, and next thing I know, it's already 8:00 in the evening.

"Would you have dinner with me?" I asked.

"Why not?" was her response.

I insisted that she order and we got a meal fit for a king. We had grilled lobster tails, bbq shrimp, calamari, octopus, everything. It was awesome. When it was eleven she said it was getting late and that she should head home. I asked if she minded if I ordered my kahlua and cream which I always have after a great meal, and she said I could have it at her place. Perfect.

The check was unbelievably low, something like $60 for seven solid hours of drinking and the seafood feast.

As I was about to wave a cab down she said she had a car. We walked a few blocks to her Range Rover and where sitting in her apartment five minutes later.

This woman obviously had a white-fixation. The plush carpeting was white, the furniture was white and the walls...white. Had it not been for the immense floor to ceiling window looking out towards the ocean, I would have felt I was in an insane asylum.

As I took in my surroundings, she kicked her sandals off and told me to make myself at home. She pointed me towards the bar, and then excused herself.

"What would you like me to make you?" I asked as I look around the bar.

When she responded "love" my heart skipped a beat. I may have been wrong, but I swore that's what she said.

She poked her head from around a corner and asked, "what did you say?"

"I uhhhh, uhh, asked what you wanted to drink." 

"Oh...umhh...I'll have whatever you having" she said as she headed off.

I found two glasses, poured some kahlua in them and went to the kitchen for ice and cream.

The "apartment" was actually a two-story townhouse. The main floor which I was on had a small entrance which opened up to a very nice living area which was next to the dining area, both areas faced the huge window which looked out to a very nice deck, hot tub and small wet bar. The view was exceptional.

To the rear of the living and dining areas was the ultramodern kitchen and behind it, a set of stairs to the second floor.

Turning a sound system on nowadays requires an electrical engineering degree from MIT. It had an amp, an iPod, cd player, etc. etc. I decided against making a fool of myself.

As I made my way onto the deck and took in the gorgeous starlit sky, she called out to me asking me for her drink.

As I turned around I saw this Mexican beauty in a tiny bikini looking around for the drink I had just made for her.

"I have it out here" I said.

As she came outside and closer to me I realized that when she was barefoot, she was really, really short. However, I also noticed her breasts weren't THAT small. Maybe 32B.

I handed her her drink and she handed me a swimsuit. As she took her first sip, she cooed and remarked, "you older guys always know the best drinks. She then held her hand out and said, "I think you're the same size as my husband...put these on and we'll take a dip in the tub, ok?"

Luckily, we were the same size, and when I got back to the deck she was already in the tub.

Before I got in, I refreshed her drink which she had already pounded down, and then inched myself down into the water.

You're not going to believe me, but we watched the sun rise out there. No sex, nothing, just awesome conversation. Hours and hours of talking about everything and anything and not a dull or silent moment. When night turned to day, I said I had to go.

By the time I dried off and changed back into real clothes, I went out to say goodbye but she was fast asleep on the hammock.

I let myself out and returned to my hotel.

Thursday was awful. I felt like I had the worst hangover. With only two hours of sleep in the morning, I was behind all day.

I got back to my hotel at 4:00 and fell asleep, and didn't wake up until the next day.

Come Friday I was feeling completely rested. I could have run a marathon. Lots of sleep under my belt, and no drinking made me feel like a champ.

After work I decided to freshen up at the hotel and then visit my lovely Marisol.

I reached her apartment at around 5:30 and rang the doorbell. No answer. I knew she or someone was home because the music was blasting. I rang the doorbell again and nothing. I made my way around the back to see if I could catch her up on the deck but there was no way I could see up there.

I came around the front again and rang the bell but still nothing. I tried the door, and although the handle was indeed locked, the door had apparently not shut all the way, and slowly opened...until it reached the chain's limit. Damn.

The last thing that occurred to me was to run around back, which was no easy endeavor. The placement of the house on the cliff made for an odd sort of back entrance, but I reached it, knocked, looked through the window, and nothing. I turned the door handle and voila...I was in like flint.

I said hello again from the kitchen entrance, but nothing. Honestly, I could have gone in with a jackhammer pounding away and nobody would have heard me over the music.

I closed the door behind me and let myself in. She wasn't anywhere on the first floor. The question now became, should I go upstairs.

Curiosity got the best of me and I headed up the carpeted stairs. The worse that could happen was that she kick me out, right?

As soon as I reached the second floor I heard the moaning. It was the simplest of layouts, a small corridor and a door at each end...bedroom one and bedroom two. I assumed her bedroom faced the ocean so I headed west. The door was wide open and as I looked inside, there was nobody there!

It was definitely her bedroom though. Again, all white, huge bed, all the accouterments, etc. etc. The moaning was increasing in intensity, so I decided to check out the back bedroom. Indeed, as I neared the opened door, the moaning was coming from there.

I walked up slowly and peaked inside. Not at all what I expected to see. The room was outfitted as an exercise room. There were weights, a stairmaster and a treadmill. However, off to one side, in the corner, was this young brunette, who I'm certain couldn't have been a day over 20, buck naked, sitting atop a half barrel, with her hair in her face, fucking herself silly on what I later discovered was a sybian.

She would shiver and shudder each time an orgasm would slam through her, and then she would sit up straight and rub her breasts and lean as far back as the dick inside her allowed. She went on and on for at least fifteen minutes like this until she leaned forward, grabbed the control panel off the floor and apparently turned the machine off. She rested for a moment and then lifted herself off the dildo. She then sat on the floor, still a little out of breath, and played with the controls. At first, almost indiscernibly, the dildo vibrated, and as she increased the speed it obviously vibrated more, but following that, came the clincher, when she pressed another button, it started rotating! Now that's something she can't get from a guy. Anyway, apparently fully recovered from her orgasms, she crawled towards a bag near her and took out a two-headed dildo. A normal size one for upfront and a smaller one for the rear. She took the dildo on the machine off, and snapped the new one on. She got some lube, and rubbed it sensually all over both shafts. With that done, she climbed back aboard, and slowly, very slowly, let herself down.

She had beautiful features. Her hair was black as night, her breasts where magnificent looking and she had gorgeous skin color. Unfortunately, with her disheveled hair, I was unable to completely appreciate her face. 

"Ugghhhhh" she groaned.

She slowly started moving up and down, and when she had the rhythm just right, she leaned forward, picked up the control, and turned it on.

"uuhhhhhhhhhh siiiiiiiiiiiii"

She was in a daze. She started riding it harder and harder, and every now and then she would turn the speed up a notch, and finally, five or six minutes later, just when it couldn't get any better, she leaned over to her right and brought up a massager and placed it directly on her clit. She screamed at the top of her lungs and exploded into a minute-long orgasm.

She twitched and moaned for a good while, and finally shut everything off and rested again on the floor.

Of course, with the show that I had just witnessed, I had a hard on like no other. I waited a few minutes to see if she was going to go another round but, after moving a round a little on the floor, she fell asleep.

I decided now was probably the best time to make my exit, lest I be caught trespassing and peeping in a foreign country.

I left the same way I came in and walked back to the hotel. I was contemplating a good masturbatory session but opted on waiting out the evening to see if any opportunities presented themselves.

I freshened up in my room and out of habit, checked my e-mail. Boom....one from Nicky.

PLEASE CALL ASAP.

Thinking the worse, I picked up the phone and rang her. It turns out it was really nothing important...she had seen my number on her caller id the week before and was waiting for me to call again. We chatted for a long while, and when I told where I was she was green with envy. Saying she had always dreamt about going to Cancun, and that she could have a long weekend with me if I so wanted. Was she kidding? I told her I would get all the flight info and get back to her.




My 18 Year Old Neighbor Ch. 05



I surfed around for a while, and then decided it was time to get laid, one way or another. After that spectacle, I needed some one on one service.

I headed towards the bar and it was absolutely slim pickings. I had a margarita, paid my bill, and headed for town. As I passed the registration desk, fate intervened...

"Mr. Grayson, you have a call."

A little surprised, I took the call at the lobby desk.

It was, thankfully, Marisol, inviting me for drinks and something to eat at her place. I readily agreed and went to town to purchase a nice bottle of wine.

Finding a good bottle of wine in a fishing village is no easy task at any hour, especially 7:00pm. I eventually ended up buying a $300 bottle of Don Julio "special family reserve" in a great looking and over priced decanter. I was assured it was the best tequila around.

As long as it landed me in bed with somebody, I couldn't have cared less. Plus, I was dying to find out who the little nymph on the sybian was.

I reached Marisol's and she answered the door barefoot in a long peasant skirt (white) and small t-shirt-like top. She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and showed me in.

The mystery girl was seated on the couch with a jean mini-skirt and frilly white top.

"Michael, this is Yvonne...Yvonne – Michael"

Pleasantries where exchanged and I was then told by Marisol that they had been roommates at the "tech" (whatever that meant), and everytime she's able to get away, she invites her friend to spend a few days with her. Yvonne had apparently arrived that morning.

Yvonne was stunning. Taller then Marisol, more in the breast department, and simply beautiful face. Light brown eyes, nice lips, and coquettish demeanor made for quite a package.

They were both duly impressed with my gift, and asked that while they were in charge of cooking and musical entertainment, that I was to act as the bartender.

Perfect.

I made my way to the bar and served each of them MY tequila in a snifter and made myself my trusty vodka on the rocks. Whoever Marisol's husband was, he not only had exquisite taste in women, but also in liquor. 

Yvonne was just as easy a talker as Marisol, and all three of us thoroughly enjoyed our conversations throughout our cocktails and dinner.

After desert we made our way to the deck and continued pounding them down. These Mexicans sure can put away that tequila. By 11:00 they had polished off the entire bottle between the two of them, and I was told to open another from the bar.

Of course, alcohol is the best uninhibitor. After numerous failed attempts, I was able to successfully steer the conversation towards sex.

Yvonne shared with us that the best sex she had ever had was in college. Wild, spontaneous, hot, etc. etc.

"You mean that for the last three or four years you haven't had satisfactory sex?" I asked.

"It's been OK, but nothing to brag about, you know?" Yvonne said.

"That's odd, because I understand that as women get closer to their sexual peak of 35, sex should get better and better." I added. "What do you think Marisol?"

"Look, like Yvonne said, it just seemed better at college, I really don't know."

"Oh come on Mari," Yvonne interrupted, "I bet you don't remember when Javier made you cum last."

"I V O N N E!!!!! Callate estupida," Marisol exclaimed.

"Oh come on, share with us the last time that idiot made you cum." Yvonne turned to me and said, "The only thing he's good at is making money. The sex between them always sucked and she always hoped it would improve, but with him traveling all the time, they never hook up, you know?"

I looked towards Marisol and she seemed fine with that summary.

"Look, does he "rock my world"?...No. Is he a good man? Yes. Am I in love with him?....I guess" she said as she started laughing. "Oh I don't know....I really don't. What am I suppose to do, file for divorce because he can't make me orgasm?"

They both then focused on me. Was I faithful, "Of course he's not you idiot or he wouldn't be here, right Michael?" retorted Yvonne.

Was my wife good in bed, how many affairs had I had, who was my present fuck interest, I mean these girls wanted to know everything, in minute detail.

I decided that they really don't know me from a hole in the wall, so I decided to skirt the subject as much as I could without getting into specific details, yet at the same time letting them know I was no saint.

Having apparently bored them, Yvonne suggested a dip in the tub, earning a resounding YES from Marisol and I.

Yvonne got up, kicked her flip-flops off, pulled her top off revealing a beautiful set of tits. I would say a 34C, with dark pink areolas and nipples. Just awesome looking. You know, firm and gravity defying, yet with a very slight slope indicating they were still, au natural.

As Marisol feigned astonishment, Yvonne looked up and said, "Well??? Are you guys just going to sit there or are you going to join me?"

I look at Marisol who looked at me with an "are you comfortable with this?" look on her face. I shrugged my shoulders and let the liquor speak for both of us.

Unfortunately I didn't look back in time to catch the front of lovely Yvonne but her backside was magnificent. Taut. Yeah, that's the word. No jiggle, just hard curvaceous ass.

When she flexed and extended her right foot to test the temperature of the water, that ass looked like a gymnasts'.

As I looked back, Marisol excused herself and said she would be right back, I looked back at Yvonne, and she raised an eyebrow saying, "Well?"

I was back in the mix. I got up, tossed my clothes aside and as I was about o join Yvonne, she said, "ah ah ah, how about a fresh drink for all of us before you get in?"

Ever feel a woman is completely checking you out? Here I was buck naked, walking around some guy's house serving his wife and her friend a drink before we got into a hot tub naked.

I poured us our respective drinks, set them all beside the tub, and joined Yvonne.

Moments later, Marisol climbed in wearing an extremely tiny g-string bikini with an equally small top.

"Ohh no you don't, you take that off right now! Here Michael and I are completely naked, and little miss perfect housewife takes a dip with a bikini???? Uh uh."

Marisol laughed and said, "Oh shut up, this is hardly a bikini."

"Good, then take it off."

"GOD, you're so argumentative when you drink!" and with that Marisol reached underneath herself and pulled her bottoms off. Of course, I didn't want to stare, but I was dying to see the merchandise. She then reached behind herself and unclasped the top. Unfortunately, her nipples were below the water line, but just the fact that I was sitting there with lovely naked women had already got me warmed up.

Then, Yvonne starting in immediately, "Remember what we were talking about the other day?" she asked Marisol.

"What?"

"You know, about how guys expect us to shave everything but they sport a jungle around?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, although Michael is Javier's generation, there isn't a strand of hair on him, NOWHERE!"

With that being said, Marisol turned to me and asked, "Really?"

"I actually enjoy the feeling, and it seems to work for everybody." I answered.

We then got into discussing shaving, waxing, even anal bleaching!

Seeing as how I was already in the hot tub, and all of us were naked, I decided it was now or never. I had to try to steer the conversation back towards sex and get something going.

"Actually, beside feeling cleaner and everything, I think it also makes me look bigger" I remarked.

"When you were out there I really didn't get to appreciate the size, let us have a looksy, shall we?" said Yvonne.

She came closer and tried to see through the water, but the bubbles distorted her view, so she put her drink down, and with her right hand went right to the object of our discussion. She wrapped her delicate hand around my cock and played with it a good while.

"Ummhh, this IS pretty nice. Nice and thick and Mari, maybe a little longer than average, and very, very nice. But of course, as we all know, it's not only quantity but also quality, isn't Mari?"

"You are such a little whore, I can't believe you're doing that!"

"Oh you know you want to, you know you want to feel how this hard, thick dick feels in your hand. Aren't you tired of fucking yourself instead of having somewhere there to suck and fuck you?"

Of course, even friendships have their limits; "you are such an asshole!" Marisol said, with her eyes misting up, and she turned and got out of the tub. Again, everything happened so quickly I didn't get to really focus in on anything. I mean it was dark, two women fighting, conversation back and forth, next thing I knew, Marisol was halfway to the stairs.

"See, she's sexually frustrated. I tell her that ALL the time and she just ignores me." Unfortunately, with what had just happened, Yvonne was ignoring my cock.

Now how did I get things back on track? Humm. 

"Maybe she felt you were getting a little too personal in front of a stranger?" I suggested.

"Oh whatever! She's dying for you! She has no idea why you haven't tried to screw her. She thinks there's something wrong with HER, and let me tell you, I think there's something wrong with YOU...Mari goes out drinking with you, she invites you back to her house for drinks, you stay here in the hot tub for hours, and NOTHING! Are you gay or something?"

"Listen, first of all I'm not gay. Secondly, I treated her like a lady...A MARRIED lady. I was respectful, and honestly, I didn't want to overstep my bounds, you know?"

"Well, act a little less respectful and be more a man...come on, let's go see if we can cheer her up, alright?"

"Lead the way."

We got out of the hot tub, grabbed the towels Marisol had laid out on the chairs, and made our way upstairs.

Marisol was laying on her bed, on her stomach, wrapped in a bathrobe. Yvonne went up to her, sat on the bed and hugged her and said she was sorry. Unfortunately, the conversation then turned to Spanish, and I was lost. However, seconds later it looked like there was peace in the kingdom, and they hugged and kissed each other on the cheek, and then Yvonne called me over, and patted the bed.

"Come sit with us Michael." And as I obeyed, Yvonne, explained, "Mari says she's sorry for the scene but that she has problems communicating what she feels, right Mari?"

Marisol nodded.

Then Yvonne went on, "Mari, go to the bathroom and clean that runny eyeliner and we'll be right here, ok?"

Marisol got up and went to her bathroom and then Yvonne asked me to stay put and wait five minutes and then go into the bathroom and join them.

Perfect.

I let the five minute become eight, just to make sure everything was kosher, and then moved in.

The bathroom was huge, I mean really huge. It was lit completely with candles giving it a beautiful glow, and as I looked in, I saw the two girls in the shower stall. Bingo!

Yvonne was standing behind Marisol washing her hair and it looked like Marisol was enjoying it. She had her head tilted backwards and her eyes closed. Yvonne saw me come in, placed a finger to her mouth signaling me to be quiet, and then directed me in the shower stall with her hand.

I walked in quietly, and Yvonne handed me a bar of soap and then continued lathering up Marisol's hair. I immediately started with the soap on Marisol's upper back. It actually took her a few seconds to realize there were two sets of hands on her, and she jolted upwards at the realization, but Yvonne calmed her down, "Shhhhh, its alright Mari, we're going to give you what you need. Just relax."

Although she didn't look back, I could sense she was still a little apprehensive. I started in on the back again and continued until she seemed to relax, and started to let go.

I continued downward towards the lower back and then I realized that while I was trying to calm her down and make her enjoy the bath, I hadn't set my eyes on that tight ass of hers. Look, there are tight asses and then there are TIGHT asses. I could see the exercise equipment wasn't wasting space in the other room, this girl was incredible. No bulging muscles, but unbelievable tone. PLUS, no tan lines.

As Yvonne told her to lean forward so she could rinse the shampoo and then apply conditioner, Yvonne motioned to me to get busy.

When Marisol leaned back away from the spray, I lathered up the globes of her ass and then down all the way to her ankles. While I was down there, I decided to have her spread her legs a little to make my northward access a little easier.

As I started up again, this time lathering the front of her legs, I kept the bar of soap with me all the way as I reached her pubic area and then her breasts and neck. Her tits, as I mentioned earlier, where not as big as Yvonne's, but a nice 32B nevertheless. I hadn't seen them, but that was my calculation anyway.

As she now had soap all over her body, I decided it was time to move things up a notch. I handed Yvonne the bar of soap and started lathering and rubbing her all over, front and back simultaneously, which, combined with the conditioner's suds and slipperiness, felt divine.

As I came to her cunt, I rubbed her hairless pubic mound all over with one hand while I let other slip in between the crack of her ass, and started rubbing it gently at first, and then a little harder, up and down the entire length of the crack. Her cunt lips felt GREAT, and I could tell she was enjoying the attention, as she leaned into my hands a little more each time.

As my hands were slippery as can be, I also diddled her clit a little, just to spruce up her appetite a little more.

By now Yvonne had stopped messing with the conditioner altogether, grabbed some type of aromatic lotion from the shelf with a zillion other supplies, and poured some all over shoulders and back. As the lotion reached my hands I spread it all over her cunt and ass, paying special attention to her asshole and engorged lips.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, Yvonne was working the oil into Marisol's tits, and Marisol was loving it.

Thankfully, the shower stall was big enough to allow Yvonne to get in front of Marisol and give her an excellent breast massage, tweaking the nipples, and just all around good squeezing, slipping and sliding.

I had Marisol on the verge of an orgasm but I couldn't take her over the brink, you know? I knew she was almost THERE, but just not quite, so I motioned to Yvonne for us to go back to the bedroom.

Yvonne separated from Marisol and placed her under the water spray again to rinse her off.

I stepped out, dried myself off and went for another drink.

When I returned to the room, the lights had been turned on low, Marisol and Yvonne were on the bed completely naked, and Yvonne was lightly rubbing Marisol's body with her fingernails.

I let my towel drop to the floor and situated myself on the other side of Marisol.

I kissed her forehead, her nose, the corner of her lips, a light peck in the middle, then the chin, the neck, the shoulder, the tops of her breasts, the underside of her breasts, the flat stomach, then the area just above her pubis, and then I finally got to gaze upon the object of my desire. Her cunt was perfect. The lips were full and complete hairless. No ugly flappy stuff sticking out either. Just perfection. I softly kissed the area right above her clit, then each lip, and then ran my tongue from the bottom of each lip all the way up to the clit, which made her whimper and spread her legs wider.

I then ran my tongue down and up the other lip, and ended it the same way. Following that, I opened my tongue up wide and licked the whole cunt, from the very bottom of her lips (almost the asshole), all the way to the clit again. She was loving it.

Each time I went down, I got closer and closer to the asshole, but never quite all the way there, and would slowly move my full tongue all the way up the clit again.

Of course, after doing this a few times, her cunt started to open up, and I enjoyed taking each lip playfully into my mouth and very, very gently nibbling on them. She was going crazy.

As I looked up to enjoy the sensations I was causing in this beauty, I saw that Yvonne had taken Marisol's breast into her hand and was sucking and nibbling on the nipple. I decided it was time for digital penetration. As I continued teasing her with my tongue, I slowly introduced just the tip of my finger into her cunt, and slowly moved it in and out, in and out. Now I'm not suggesting she was a virgin by any stretch, but she was tight.

Each time I would withdraw my finger I would intentionally miss the cunt opening and place it just underneath, south of the vaginal opening and north of the asshole. She would groan out load and try to move herself so I could insert it in its appropriate orifice.

Marisol was reaching the point of hysteria. Her cunt was very, very wet, her hips were spastic and she was begging us to PLEASE make her cum.

Each time she would say this I would look up at Yvonne who would mouth, "no". On the umpteenth time Marisol begged, Yvonne winked and gave me the thumbs up.

I worked my tongue up to her clit, and literally assaulted it with non-stop tongue-lashings, and just as she started to climax, I inserted my finger all the way up her cunt, trying to find her g-spot. That girl came and came like you would not believe. She thrusted her hips up, her head back, clenched her fists, and screamed out, "aaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy."

Wanting this to be a completely unforgettable experience, I decided to latch on to her clit and see if I could make her cum again, but unfortunately it was too sensitive, and she backed away.

I gave her room to relax and recup, and when my eyes met with Yvonne's, she gave me a smile and a nod of approval.

"We make a good team Michael," remarked Yvonne.

"Yeah, we should work together more often."

"You consider this work?"

"Poor choice of words."

Then Marisol finally chimed in, "that was incredible guys. Awesome."

"Well, at least you're not upset anymore. Now get up here on your hands and knees and Michael here is going to show you what sex is all about."

I looked at Yvonne quizzically, but she just smiled, and so I suggested, "Listen, I don't want to put anybody out or anything, but I perform a lot better when I get the first cum out of my system, you know?"

Marisol, who was situating herself looked at me like she didn't have a clue as to what I was saying, but Yvonne, bright girl that she is, caught right on.

"OH, ok...here lay down and I'll see what I can do," said Yvonne.

I centered myself on the bed, and Yvonne kissed me right smack on the lips. She then leaned forward a little and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to suck your dick right now 'till you cum, then you're going to fuck Mari silly, but you won't be done, because after she cums, I want you to fuck me good, ok?"

What's a man suppose to say?

She lowered herself and got right to the task at hand. She obviously had experience and was very very good. Of course, I can be easily distracted, and seeing that gorgeous ass of hers sticking out into the air gave me an idea. I reached over and guided her onto me for a 69. She tasted great. We worked each other into a frenzy, but she beat me, getting me to cum deliciously inside her mouth. PLUS, she wasn't one of those girls that stops once you fill her mouth up, she actually keeps going for a good 20 or 30 seconds to let you thoroughly enjoy the sensation.

She eventually got up and went to the bathroom, and I looked over at our little friend.

"That was so hot," said Marisol grinning. "You two are awesome together."

"It just takes practice, that's all." I said trying to comfort her.

"I could never get a guy to do that, I just suck at mamadas....uh...blowjobs."




My 18 Year Old Neighbor Ch. 05



As Yvonne came out of the bathroom, she said, "we'll show you." Yvonne climbed on the bed, and told Marisol to lean over me.

I was just an innocent bystander. Yvonne got Marisol into it as much as she could, but she still had a long way to go. Meanwhile, with two naked girls hovering over me, practicing blowjobs and knowing I was going to fuck both of them, within a few minutes I was hard as a rock.

Marisol leaned back onto the bed and I started out in the missionary position. I introduced myself very slowly, and with each stroke, sank deeper and deeper. She felt divine. She was tight, wet and very warm.

I wanted this to be the fuck of her life, so I purposely went extremely slow so she could feel each time the head of my cock entered her, and every vein thereafter. I would sink it all the way in, and then equally as slowly pull it all the way out.

"Oh God this feels good"

We went at like this for a while until I got restless and wanted to change positions. I got up and told her to turn around...which she did obediently. Once she was on all fours, I entered her from behind. Wow...what a view. Again, I started in slowly but she was getting desperate.

"Please Michael...fuck me, don't stop, I want to cum."

I continued on a while longer, but then I decided it would be nice for her to set the pace. Having just blown my load I knew I was OK for while longer, so I told her to change positions once again and for her to be on top.

Ahhhh the view. She was gorgeous. She settled down on me with my cock deep inside her, her hair in her face, her teeth biting her lower lip, her nipples hard as can be, and started her rocking motion.

It took her a few moments to find her stride but she got it. I looked beyond Marisol and to see Yvonne lazily leaning against the footboard of the slowly caressing her womanhood. I would have loved to see her involved in this but I didn't want to push my luck.

Meanwhile, little Marisol was bouncing and apparently very near to a respectable climax. Such so that I was afraid my dick would slip out of her at any moment. I'm not extra long by any stretch (no pun intended), just an average Joe in the length department, so I had to hold on to her ass and push deeper into her and not let myself out on the rebound, understand?

Apparently, my banging in deeper hit the spot...it was that or her clit rubbing against my bone that got her there, because she shrieked and came, and came, and came, until she finally collapsed on me, panting and completely out of breath.

I hugged her for a while and then turned us over onto my side so she could lay down on the bed.

"Wow! I'm going to have a heart attack," she said as she grabbed my hand and laid it over her chest.

"Do you feel how it's pounding?" she asked.

"That's all nice and lovely but can I get some now?" chimed in Yvonne. "Go get cleaned up and I'll join you, OK?"

Talk about feeling used. (Psych).

I took a quick shower, and just as I was toweling myself off, in walks Yvonne and sits atop the lavatory counter. 

"You gonna make me cum like that señor Michael?" she asked biting her lower lip coquettishly.

I dropped the towel and came up to her and we embraced and kissed heatedly. She scooted forward a little and I introduced myself into her. A second later, she raised her legs and placed her feet on the edge of the counter, opening herself wider to me.

"Listen señor Michael, I don't want you to make love to me, I want you to FUCK me, ok?"

The ground rules having been laid, I started ramming into her rather forcefully, and she was loving it.

So much so, that she moved her feet off the counter, wrapped them behind my ass, and was using them to shove me into her harder.

It got to the point that she was no longer seated on the counter, but was holding herself up only with her hands.

She eventually tired, and pulled me to her so she could wrap her arms around me and I could carry her (extremely tiring). However, what she wanted was for me to take her to the bedroom so Marisol could see how to "really screw".

Whatever...I carried her to the bed, and she got on all fours facing the footboard and I got behind her. I started pounding into her again, with Marisol right next to us, as hard and as fast as I could. Unfortunately, I could sense she wasn't going to cum this way, so I decided to diddle her clit with my right hand as I fucked her.

This got a groan out of her but still not what I expected. After a solid ten minutes in this position, of pistoning in and out her, I was about to throw my back out. Thankfully, her moans and groans were increasing and she said, "I'm soooo close, put in my ass, and do it...uhhh...hard."

I usually like to use lube but not having any handy I sent Marisol for the lotion we had used earlier.

I continued to fuck her, and when Marisol handed me the lotion I poured it all over her crack. I stopped diddling her clit and introduced my thumb as I fucked her. She loved that, and pushed herself further back onto me. Having worked it for a while, and with her moans and groans getting louder, I decided it was now or never.

As I pulled back I pulled out, lined myself up and gently pushed the head in. Not a split second after my head passed the sphincter, she jammed herself backwards and screamed out, "Yeeessssssssssssssssssssssssssss, yesssssssssssssssssssss, fuck me hardddddddddddd, go, goooooo, goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." And with that one of the most bizarre long orgasms I've ever seen a woman have. Of course, that in and of itself pushed me over the edge and by sheer coincidence, we came together.

She convulsed for at least two or three minutes 'till we finally separated, laid down, and fell asleep.

It was only Friday and I still had two days left with these beauties. That was my last thought before I dozed off.

LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT THE REST OF THE WEEKEND AND MY TIME WITH NICKY IN CANCUN.